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TALiES OF THE Out) VETElRflNS. 



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HEROIC DEEDS, BRAVE ENCOUNTERS, DESPERATE BATTLES, 

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PATRIOTISM, TERRIBLE SUFFERING AND 

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teci^saj^N preparing this new and enlarged edition of Sparks From the 
J^^^^BP Camp-Fire, we have simply yielded to the wishes of our esteemed 
^■MK friends, the public, who have demanded a book which shall be fuller 
•^v^nS* and more complete than the modest little volume which first bore 
X ^^ the title named above. In the preparation of this volume we have 
T been nobly aided by very many of the veterans, some of whose con- 

tributions have been published as received, while others have had 
the revision of the editor. Most of the contributors, through that motive of 
modesty which is such a distinctive trait of the true soldier, have denied us the 
privilege of usiug their names, while in a few cases we have insisted so strongly 
that we have been granted the privilege of stating the authorship. 

We do not feel obliged to offer any apology for the publication of Sparks 
From the Camp-Fire. The events of 1861-65 will always form a conspicu- 
ous part of American history. The stories of the battle-field and camp-fire never 
grow old, nor does time detract one jot from their interest. They form the 
principal topic of conversation around the modern "camp-fire," where the 
battle-scarred veterans of the late civil war meet and rehearse in peace and quiet- 
ness the stirring episodes in which they have figured in by-gone years. 

Those there are who say " let by-gones be by-gones," " let us forget all about 
the war ;" but we cannot endorse these sentiments. Men who talk thus are not 
those whose life-blood watered the gory field — not those who went promptly to 
the front when danger threatened, ready to sacrifice life or limb upon the altar 
of patriotism. As a general rule this cry proceeds from the same class of self- 
righteous citizens who are always ready to oppose the granting of pensions, and 
to assist into positions of power men who, in the dark days of the early Sixties, 
stood with folded arms ready to embrace the cause of the victorious party, no 
matter which it might prove to be. 

We know that the war is over ; the strife has ceased ; the victory has been 
won ; but the story of the great conflict will never diminish in interest, and the 
tales of veterans will always command respect and attention. Whatever is 
worth talking about is worth writing ; and whatever is worth writing is worth 
publishing. 



PREFACE. 

This volume contains nothing but true stories — real incidents — the truth of 
which has been thoroughly attested. No embellishments are needed to make 
such a work thrilling and interesting. The most gifted writer of fiction can add 
nothing to the romance of war stories, of which it may be truly said, "Truth 
is stranger than fiction." • 

Let us keep alive the memories of the gallant deeds of 1861-65 ! Not with 
malice and bitterness, but with love, charity and thanksgiving. Let us encour- 
age the rising generation to honor the memory of the heroes now fast passing 
away. It will tend to promote patriotism and national pride — a result devoutly 
to be wished. 

The illustrations deserve more than passing mention. Not only are they 
numerous, but they represent the best work of such noted artists as Edwin 
Forbes, the famous etcher of war scenes, Frank L. Fithian, the popular artist of 
" Ptick" and "Texas Slftings," James Thompson, the rising color artist, and 
others of almost equal skill and prominence. No soldier- book, sold at a popular 
price, has ever contained one-half the wealth of illustrations — vivid and real- 
istic — that will be found in this volume. 

In conclusion we may say that the chief object of the editor has been to 
chronicle the minor incidents of the great conflict. Detailed histories and official 
records must of necessity be resorted to for the graver and weightier matters, for 
criticism or censure of the more prominent actors in the gory drama ; but this 
volume tells of the experience of private soldiers, innumerable incidents of ad- 
venture and daring, items of personal endurance and suflfering, details of peril 
by flood and field — the rollicking, luxuriant humor of the camp cropping out 
with refreshing frequency. 

It cannot fail to be interesting, and we now submit our work to the critical 
" inspection " of the " rank and file," in the hope that it may " pass muster " 
and that its readers may be numbered in a very *' long roll." 

THE EDITOR. 

Mat. 1890. 



ILLUSTKATIOHS. 



PACK 

FRONTISPIECE 

meade's army marching into PENNSYLVANIA . , , E. Forhes. 16 

THE BATTLE-FIELD OF GETTYSBURG — FIRST DAY 19 

CHARGE OF THE EIGHTY-EIGHTH PENNSYLVANIA 21 

MAJOR-GENERAL GEORGE GORDON MEADE 26 

THE BATTLE-FIELD OF GETTYSBURG SECOND AND THIRD DAYS . . 27 

A SKIRMISHER F. L. Fithian. 29 

IN THE devil's DEN 33 

DEFENDING THE LONG BRIDGE, WASHINGTON, D. C 37 

GENERALS MEADE AND WARREN ON LITTLE ROUND TOP . E. ForheS. 41 

Pickett's CHARGE — at the bloody angle. James Thompson. Opposite 46 

A railroad battery 48 

BEFORE SEEING ACTIVE SERVICE 60 

BUSHWHACKERS 53 

"the tenacious WRETCH GAVE A WILD CONVULSIVE LEAP." F. L. FUMan. 54 

FORDING A VIRGINIA CREEK 56 

EARLY MORNING ADVANCE ON MEMPHIS 59 

COMMODORE A. H. FOOTE 62 

FLAG-SHIP BENTON , 63 

REAR-ADMIRAL DAVID G. FARRAGUT . 65 

THE CELEBRATED STONE BRIDGE OVER ANTIETAM CREEK ... 67 

UNITED STATES MILITARY TELEGRAPH WAGON 70 



ILLUSTRATIONS. 

PAGB 

POET SUMTER BEFORE THE BOMBARDMENT ..... .73 

FORT SUMTER AFTER THE BOMBARDMENT 75 

" I FLED ONWARD " E. Forbcs. 77 

MAJOR-GENERAL GEORGE CROOK 79 

SHERIDAN AT CEDAR CREEK 81 

SPECIMENS OF EARLy's ARMY AFTER THE " TWIST " . . . . 82 

OLD hardy's home 85 

burnside's famous mud march 89 

THE scout's revenge — " LOCKED IN FEARFUL STRIFE." F. L. FitJlian . 95 

A CAVALRY RECONNOISSANCE BY NIGHT 99 

WINTER QUARTERS E. Forbes. 101 

MAJOR-GENERAL JOHN M. PALMER 105 

A PROMPT RESURRECTION F. L. Fitliian. 109 

A FIELD HOSPITAL 109 

MAJOR-GENERAL BENJAMIN F. BUTLER .111 

REPORTING TO THE SURGEON E. ForbeS. 113 

MAJOR-GENERAL AMBROSE E. BURNSIDE 127 

GRAND REVIEW OF THE ARMIES, WASHINGTON. Jamcs Thompson Opposite 126 

MAJOR-GENERAL JOHN G. PARKE 131 

MAJOR-GENERAL WILLIAM T. SHERMAN 135 

THE WIDE-AWAKE SENTINEL F. L. FitJlian. 140 

BATTLE OF FREDERICKSBURG 149 

DAHLGREN's RECONNOISSANCE 153 

" NOBODY " F. L. FitJlian. 163 

WOUNDED ^- Forbes. 168 

DEATH OF A PRISONER ESCAPING FROM LIBBY PRISON . . . .185 

flUNNYBAG UNIFORMS FROM BELLE ISLE . . . F. L. FitJlian. 193 



ILLUSTRATIONS. 

FAGB 

VICTIMS OF SOUTHERN CRUELTY 197 

INTERIOR OF HOSPITAL AT SALISBURY 202 

MAP OF ANDERSONVILLE PRISON PEN 207 

NEW ARRIVALS AT ANDERSONVILLE 209 

A BRUTAL MURDER AT ANDERSONVILLE. James Thompson. . Opposite 210 

EXECUTION OF THE SIX DESPERADOES . . .... 213 

BANG ! ! ! (In Two Parts) F. L. Fithian. 226 

an irresistible dash 229 

parson brownlow 237 

Sherman's men tearing up a Georgia railroad .... 247 

THE rebel ram MERRIMAC AND THE CUMBERLAND .... 255 

GENERAL RUSSELL A. ALGER . 267 

COLONEL EDWARD D. BAKER 282 

MAJOR-GENERAL GEORGE B. MC CLELLAN . . , ... , 306 

MAP OF THE ANTIETAM BATTLE-GROUND 308 

GENERAL MC CLELLAN SENDING COLONEL KEY TO GENERAL BURNSIDE . 314 

CHARGE OF THE FIFTY-FIRST REGIMENTS, NEW YORK AND PENNSYLVANIA. 317 

CHICKAMAUGA — FIRST DAY 327 

CHICKAMAUGA — SECOND DAY 330 

CLOSING IN ON lee's ARMY E. Forbes. 338 

PUTTING THE FINISHING TOUCHES UPON THE REBELLION . . . 343 

NEVER HEARD OF THE WAR 346 

MAP OF ROANOKE ISLAND ...» 348 

CHARGE OF HAWKINS* ZOUAVES . 351 

GRIERSON's TROOPERS ON THEIR RAID 368 

FREDERICKSBURG BATTLEFIELD 371 

LAYING THE PONTOON BRIDGES AT FREDERICKSBURG .... 372 

ESCAPING PRISONERS FED BY NEGROES 382 

MAP OF COLD HARBOR BATTLEFIELD 384 



ILLUSTRATIONS. 

PAGB 

VIEW OF THE BATTLEFIELD AT COLD HARBOR ..... 388 

FAC SIMILE OF PAGE FROM A CONFEDERATE JOURNAL . . Opposite 388 

A BATTERY GOING INTO ACTION. James Thompson . . Opposite 390 

ARMY CORPS BADGES — PLATE I Opposite 420 

" I CAN LICK THE GALOOT THAT SALTED THIS WATER "... 425 

CROSSING THE RAPIDAN 426 

INTERIOR OF FORT SUMTER DURING THE BOMBARDMENT . . . 428 

BATTLEFIELD OF CHATTANOOGA AND VICINITY 432 

EDWIN M. STANTON 433 

VIEW FROM LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN 439 

ARMY CORPS BADGES — PLATE II. Opposite 444 

" NOTHING LESS THAN THE PALISADES OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN " . 449 

MAJOR-GENERAL JAMES B. MC PHERSON 451 

GENERAL ULYssus s. GRANT, Opposite 479 

BADGE OF THE G. A. R 479 

ARMY CORPS BADGES — PLATE III Opposite 486 

MAJOR STEPHENSON 489 

CHAPLAIN RUTLEDGE 490 

MAJOR NORTH 492 

MAJOR-GENERAL STEPHEN A. HURLBUT 493 

MAJOR-GENERAL JOHN ALEXANDER LOGAN 495 

MAJOR-GENERAL AMBROSE E. BURNSIDE 498 

MAJOR-GENERAL JOHN F. HARTRANFT 501 

GENERAL JOHN C. ROBINSON 504 

GENERAL LOUIS WAGNER 508 

A FREQUENT OCCURRENCE 514 

MAP OF Sherman's march from Atlanta to the sea . . . 520 

GENERAL LUCIUS FAIRCHILD 523 



ILLUSTRATIONS. 

PAGE 

GENERAL JOSEPH R. HAWLEY 526 

GENERAL JOSHUA T. OWEN 529 

FORAGINGr— A REMINDER. OF BY-GONE DAYS 531 

SPOTTSYLVANIA COURT HOUSE . . . . . . . . 535 

PAST COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF JOHN P. REA 537 

RAW RECRUITS AT THE FIRST BATTLE OF BULL RUN .... 541 

BADGE OF THE ARMY OF THE CUMBERLAND . . . , . 549 

BADGE OF THE ARMY Oi^ THE POTOMAC 551 

GENERAL w. T. SHERMAN, 1891, Opposite 552 

HON. WHEELOCK G. VEAZEY 555 

ADJUTANT-GENERAL JOHN H. GOULDING ...... 559 

BADGE OF THE WOMAN's RELIEF CORPS . , . . . 564 

CAPTAIN JOHN PALMER, Opposite 566 

MRS. E. FLORENCE BARKER 579 

MRS. KATE B. SHERWOOD , 581 

MRS. SARAH E. FULLER 583 

MRS. ELIZABETH d'aRCY KINNE ....„,, 585 

MRS. EMMA S. HAMPTON . . 587 

MRS. CHARITY RUSK CRAIG 590 

MRS. ANNIE WITTENMYER , ^ 592 

MRS. MARY SEARS McHENRY 596 

ARMY CORPS BADGES — PLATE IV Opposite 599 

GENERAL LELAND J. WEBB g21 



ILLUSTRATIONS. 

FULL-PAGE COLOEED ILLUSTRATIONS. 

FAGB 

FRONTISPIECE 

Pickett's charge — at the bloody angle . . . Opposite 46 

GRAND REVIEW OF THE ARMIES, WASHINGTON . . . Opposite 128 
A BRUTAL MURDER AT ANDERSON VILLE .... Opposite 210 

A BATTERY GOING INTO ACTION Opposite 390 

ARMY CORPS BADGES — PLATE I Opposite 420 

ARMY CORPS BADGES — PLATE II Opposite 444 

ARMY CORPS BADGES — PLATE III Opposite 486 

ARMY CORPS BADGES — PLATE IV Opposite 568 



PORTRAITS. 

MAJOR-GENERAL GEORG'E GORDON MEADE 26 

COMMODORE A. H. FOOTE 62 

REAR-ADMIRAL D. G. FARRAGUT 65 

MAJOR-GENERAL GEORGE CROOK 79 

MAJOR-GENERAL JOHN M. PALMER 105 

MAJOR-GENERAL BENJAMIN F. BUTLER Ill 

MAJOR-GENERAL AMBROSE E. BURNSIDE 127 

MAJOR-GENERAL JOHN G. PARKE 131 

MAJOR-GENERAL WILLIAM T. SHERMAN 135 

PARSON BROWNLOW 237 

GENERAL RUSSELL A. ALGER 267 

COLONEL EDWARD D. BAKER 282 

MAJOR-GENERAL GEORGE B. MC CLELLAN 306 

EDWIN M. STANTON 433 

MAJOR-GENERAL JAMES B. MCPHERSON 451 

MAJOR STEPHENSON 489 

CHAPLAIN RUTLEDGE 490 

MAJOR NORTH 492 

MAJOR-GENERAL STEPHEN A. HURLBUT 493 

MAJOR-GENERAL JOHN ALEXANDER LOGAN 495 



ILLUSTRATIONS. 

PAGE 

MAJOR-GENERAL AMBROSE E. BURNSIDE . ' 498 

MAJOR-GENERAL JOHN F. HARTRANFT ...... 501 

GENERAL JOHN C. ROBINSON 504 

GENERAL LOUIS WAGNER 508 

GENERAL LUCIUS FAIRCHILD 523 

GENERAL JOSEPH R. HAWLEY 526 

GENERAL JOSHUA T, OWEN . . . 529 

EX-COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF JOHN P. REA 537 

HON. WHEELOCK G. VEAZEY 555 

ADJUTANT-GENERAL JOHN H. GOULDING 559 

COL. A, G. WEISSERT, PAST-COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF, G. A. R. . . . 576 

MRS. E. FLORENCE BARKER 579 

MRS. KATE B. SHERWOOD 581 

MRS. SARAH E. FULLER 583 

MRS. ELIZABETH d'ARCY KINNE 585 

MRS. EMMA S. HAMPTON 587 

MRS. CHARITY RUSK CRAIG 590 

MRS. ANNIE WITTENMYER 592 

MRS. MARY SEARS McHENRY 596 

GENERAL LELAND J. WEBB 621 



MAPS. 

the battlefield of gettysburg — first day .... 19 

the battlefield of gettysburg — second and third days . . 27 

andersonvjlle prison pen 207 

antietam battleground 308 

chickamauga — first day , . 327 

chickamauga — second day 330 

roanoke island 348 

fredericksburg battlefield 371 

cold harbor battlefield . . : . . , , . 384 

battlefield of chattanooga and vicinity 432 

Sherman's march from Atlanta to the sea . , , . 520 



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VAGB 



THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG . . . . . 15 

Scene of the Battle I7 

FIRST DAY 18 

Opening of the Battle 18 

Driven Back Through Gettysburg . , . ,23 

SECOND DAY 25 

Position of the Armies 28 

Assault on the Third Corps . . • . , . 30 

Defence of Little Round Top 31 

In Front of the Second Corps 34 

Ewell's Attack on the Left 35 

THIRD DAY .39 

The Defence of Culp's Hill 40 

Lee's Supreme Effort 42 

The Artillery Duel . 43 

Pickett's Rash Charge 44 

At the "Bloody Angle" 45 

CAPTURED BY A LOUISIANA TIGER ... 47 

In the Tiger's Claws 49 

Choosing Between Life and Death .... 50 
GEN. THOMAS W. SWEENEY AT SHILOH ... 61 
TWO MARVELLOUS STORIES 62 



INDEX. 

PAGB 

THRILLING ADVENTURE OF A SPY .... 52 

HOW JIM LOST HIS SWEETHEART .... 65 

A PROPHETIC PRESENTIMENT 57 

NAVAL BATTLE OF MEMPHIS 58 

Advancing to the Attack 68 

Battle of the Rams 61 

Gallantry and Humanity of the Union Tars . , 64 
Utter Destruction of the Rebel Flotilla ... 64 

A WEIRD STORY OF ANTIETAM 66 

A SCOUT'S FIRST ADVENTURE 69 

The Scout's Narrative 69 

The Scout's Escape 76 

BATTLE OF CEDAR CREEK 78 

THE SCOUT'S REVENGE ...... 84 

A MINNESOTIAN'S DESPERATE ENCOUNTER . . 97 

BATTLE OF CEDAR MOUNTAIN 97 

A STRANGE SIGHT IN BATTLE 103 

DRAWING RATIONS 103 

A GOOD SCHEME THAT DIDN'T WORK . . .104 

A SPEEDY RESURRECTION 105 

HEROISM IN THE HOSPITAL 107 

ZAGONYI'S FAMOUS CAVALRY CHARGE . . 114 

Zagonyi Joins White 115 

Capture of Major White 116 

Zagonyi Reaches the Enemy's Rear .... 117 

Running the Terrible Gauntlet 118 

Major White's Prairie Scouts . • • • . 120 



INDEX. 



PAGB 



Charge of the Body Guard 121 

After the Battle 122 

Incidents of the Battle 123 

Major White Releases Himself and Captures His 

Captors 124 

REVIEW OF THE ARMIES, MAY 23-24, 1865 . . 125 

Review of Meade's Army 126 

Review of Sherman's Army 130 

Disbanding the Army 134 

FUN IN A REBEL PRISON . . . . s. g Boone. 136 

An Obliging but Imprudent Porker .... 137 

A SOLDIER WITH IRON NERVE .... 138 

KENTUCK AGAINST KENTUCK 139 

THE IRISH OF IT 140 

A DESERTER'S TERRIBLE ORDEAL . . . .141 
STORY OF A LITTLE DRUMMER BOY . . .142 
A SOLDIER WITHOUT REGIMENT OR COMPANY . 145 

DAHLGREN'S CAVALRY DASH 152 

PRAYING FOR THE PRESIDENT 156 

A NIGHT ADVENTURE ON THE POTOMAC . . 157 

BRAGG AND HIS HIGH PRIVATE 162 

ONCE FOES, NOW FRIENDS 164 

THEY SPLIT THE DIFFERENCE 165 

THE PROSE OF BATTLES 166 

PRISON PENS OF DIXIE 177 

Treatment of Rebel Prisoners in Federal Prisons . 179 
LIBBY PRISON . 183 



INDEX. 



PAGB 



Description of the Building 183 

Living in Close Quarters 184 

Deprivations and Discomforts 186 

Kations 188 

Dungeons and Cells of Libby ..... 189 
Eating Refuse from Spittoons, etc. .... 190 
Number of Prisoners Confined — Deaths . , .190 

The Crowning Act of Infamy 191 

BELLE ISLE 192 

Incidents Related by a Surviving Ex-prisoner . . 196 

SALISBURY PRISON 201 

Accommodations and Rations . . • • . 201 

The Hospitals at Salisbury 202 

December at Salisbury 203 

The Massacre .204 

Plans for Escape 205 

ANDERSONVILLE 206 

Location and Surroundings 206 

A Picture of Desolation 208 

Rations 211 

Sufiering and Death 212 

Execution of the Thieves 215 

Number of Men Imprisoned — Deaths . . . 216 
ESCAPE FROM COLUMBIA PRISON . . s. g. Boone. 216 

SURROUNDING FIVE OF THEM 222 

A BLUFF THAT WON 222 

HOW THE REBS DIDN'T TAKE CLARK WRIGHT . 223 



INDEX. 



PAGB 



Fight at the Cave ...,,.. 274 
The Four Guerrilla Prisoners . . • , 276 

The Oath of Allegiance 277 

A SHARPSHOOTER'S DUEL 281 

DEATH OF COLONEL E. D. BAKER .... 282 

AN INCIDENT OF ROMNEY .284 

CAVALRY FIGHT AT BEVERLY FORD . . .285 
THE EVACUATION OF RICHMOND . . , .290 

DEATH OF J. WILKES BOOTH 292 

A WONDERFUL RECOVERY 303 

BATTLE OF THE MULES 304 

Charge of the Mule Brigade 304 

THE BATTLE OF ANTIETAM 305 

At South Mountain 307 

Battlefield of Antietam 308 

Hooker's Attack on Jackson 310 

Mansfield Comes to the Rescue 311 

Franklin's Gallant Boys .310 

On the Center and Left ..,.•• 315 

On the Union Left 815 

STEALING A LOCOMOTIVE 319 

A BOY HERO 325 

THE BATTLE OF CHICKAMAUGA .... 326 

Saturday's Battle 326 

A Gory Sabbath Day 328 

"TheRockofChickamauga" 331 



INDEX. 

PAGB 

HE BLEW UP HIS MESSMATES 225 

THE FOURTEENTH AT GETTYSBURG . . .227 

A "KID-GLOVE" BRIGADIER 233 

A PAYMENT LONG DEFERRED 234 

OLD BEN, THE MOUNTAIN SCOUT . . . .234 

SAMPLES OF IRISH WIT 242 

TRIALS OF MISSOURI UNIONISTS 243 

A THRILLING RAILROAD ADVENTURE IN WEST 
VIRGINIA ......... 245 

A MILITARY PIGEON 250 

SELF-PRESERVATION BEFORE BRAVERY . . .251 

JOE PARSONS, THE MARYLAND BOY ... 252 

THE FIGHT AT HAMPTON ROADS . l. b. cassei. 253 

Sinking of the Cumberland 257 

The Congress Burned 258 

Attack on the Minnesota 259 

The Merrimac Encounters the Monitor. . . . 260 

NOTABLE SURVIVORS OF WILSON'S CREEK. . 262 

CAPTURING A GUN l. b. cassei. 262 

SHERIDAN'S FIRST BATTLE 263 

Raid on Booneville 264 

Two Regiments Against a Whole Division . s 265 

Captain Russell A. Alger's Forlorn Hope . . . 267 

Desperate Charge of the Michigan and Iowa Troopers 270 

A DARING ADVENTURE .... l. b. cassei. 272 

CLEANING OUT THE ALABAMA GUERRILLAS . 273 

Persecution of the Unionists 273 



INDEX. 



PAGB 



" Forward ! Charge Bayonets !'*.•.. 332 
Thrilling Description by an Eye-Witness • • . 333 

THEY WERE BOTH SCARED 334 

A SUCCESSFUL STRATAGEM 335 

THE BATTLE OF FIVE FOKKS 336 

Brilliant Work of the Fifth Corps . . . .339 
NEVER HEARD OF THE WAR 345 

THE BATTLE OF ROANOKE ISLAND ... 347 

A FRIGHTENED CONTRABAND 355 

GRIERSON'S GREAT CAVALRY RAID ,b. h. cHersan. 356 

Colonel Grierson's Own Story 357 

Incidents of the Raid 366 

A MEETING AFTER MANY YEARS . r . .367 
TWO GOOD IRISH STORIES 369 

THE BATTLE OF FEEDERICKSBURG . . . .370 

Preparing for the Battle 37G 

Laying Pontoons Under Fire 372 

Michigan and Massachusetts Volunteers , , , 373 

Crossing the Rappahannock 373 

The Attack on the Left . . . . . .374 

Meade's Pennsylvanians to the Front. .... 374 

The Slaughter on the Right Wing .... 375 

Hooker's Last Assault ....... 377 

ESCAPE FROM LIBBY PRISON 378 

Tunneling Under Difficulties . . . . .378 



INDEX. ♦ 

PAGB 

Success at Last • • . 380 

Through the Virginia Swamps 381 

Aided by the Negroes 382 

THE BATTLE OF COLD HARBOR 384 

VALUE OF PRESENCE OF MIND 386 

A RECENT VISIT TO LIBBY PRISON . c. f. currie. 387 
THE BATTLE OF MALVEEN HILL .... 389 

Disposition of the Union Forces .... 389 

The Opening Engagement 390 

Renewing the Attack 391 

A Victory with no Spoils 392 

Some Pointed Comments . . . . • . 392 

LEW WALLACE'S DIVISION AT SHILOH . v/aiiace. 393 

Charging Down the Open Field .... 394 

A Critical Position 395 

Victory at Last 396 

MORGAN'S RAID THROUGH OHIO . . . .397 

Morgan on the Move 397 

Through Kentucky 398 

Crossing the Ohio River 399 

Pillaging Towns and Villages 400 

Close Pursuit by the Federal Cavalry . . . 402 
On through the Buckeye State . „ . . . 403 

Swinging Around Cincinnati 403 

On the Rebels' Trail 405 

Through Brown, Adams and Scioto Counties . . 405 



INDEX. 

PAGB 

Hobson in Hot Pursuit 406 

Morgan's Great Blunder 407 

Closing in on the Raiders ...••. 408 
Death of Daniel McCook . . . o r . 409 
A Sharp Engagement .... ... 410 

Continuing the Pursuit of Morgan .... 410 

Another Militia Poltroon 413 

Through the Heart of Patriotic Ohio . . . 414 

In the Meshes 415 

The Formal Surrender 416 

Benefits of the Raid 417 

Morgan's Escape from the Penitentiary . . . 418 
ARMY CORPS AND CORPS BADGES . . . .418 
GOOD JOKE ON GENERAL SHERMAN . . .424 
NOT USED TO SALT WATER .... c . 425 

SWEARING IN A CONTRABAND 426 

UNDER FIRE AT CHARLESTON 429 

DESERVED A JOB 430 

IN THE CHATTANOOGA VALLEY . . . .433 
BATTLE OF WAUHATCHIE ...... 435 

ORCHARD KNOB , . 437 

LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN .438 

The Battle Above the Clouds . . . , .441 

MISSIONARY RIDGE 443 

Sherman's Army Advances ..•••. 444 
Hooker's Advance on the Right . • • . 445 
Unparallelled Charge up the Heights . . » . 446 



INDEX. 

• PAGB 

POST-KOOM EECITATIONS 452 

A POET'S VISION 452 

" REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE DEAD." 

YACOB AT LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN 454 

THE DEAD COLONEL IN THE BLUE . . .455 

A DECORATION DAY POEM 456 

NIGHT AFTER SHILOH 457 

THE OLD SERGEANT. ....... 460 

A RHYME OF THE NAVY 463 

THE GREAT COMMANDER ,465 

LINCOLN'S LAST DREAM 467 

THE HEROINE OF TENNESSEE 469 

SINCE MICKEY GOT KILT IN THE WAR . . 471 

THE CHALLENGE 473 

A LITTLE CHILD . 474 

THE VETERANS 475 

ENDING THE WAR 477 

AN ANTIDOTE FOR COWARDICE 478 

HISTORY OF GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC 479 
ODE TO FRATERNITY, CHARITY AND LOYALTY . 479 

ORIGIN AND PURPOSE 480 

Third Army Corps Union 480 

Society of the Army of the Tennessee . . . 480 
Helpfulness the Keynote of Veterans' Societies . . 481 
Hearts Joined by Mutual Sorrow and Danger . . 482 
Political Exigencies Demand Organization . . . 484 
Politics Check the Growth of the Order . . . 486 
Triumphing Over Difficulties 488 



INDEX. 



CHRONOLOGY OF THE ORDER . . . . 

Birthplace of the G. A. R 

Declaration of Principles 

The First National Encampment . 

Memorial Day Instituted 

The Grant-Greeley Campaign 

Beginning of Pension Legislation 

Sons of Veterans and Woman's Relief Corps 

" Section 1754, Revised Statutes "... 

Wonderful Growth of the Order . 

One Hundred Thousand New Members . 

Overcoming the Opposition of Religious Sects 

Retrospective Musings 

Individual Duties of Every Comrade . 
Special Duties of the Loyal Legion . 

FEMININE ALLIES OF THE G. A. R. . 

Soldiers' Aid Societies 

Woman's Work not Finished in '65 

WOMAN'S RELIEF CORPS AND ITS OFFICERS 
Life of Mrs. E. Florence Barker . 
Life of Mrs. Kate B. Sherwood 
Life of Mrs. Sarah E. Mills Fuller 
Life of Mrs. Elizabeth D'Arcy Kinne 
Life of Mrs. Emma Stark Hampton 
Life of Mrs. Charity Rusk Craig . . , 
Life of Mrs. Annie Wittenmyer . , , 
Life of Mrs. Mary Sears McHenry . . , 
Scope of the Work . . . , , 



PACB 

490 
. 490 

491 
. 493 

494 

. 499 

. 601 

. 506 

508 
. 509 

512 
. 513 

569 
. 570 

571 
. 572 

573 
. 574 

576 
. 579 

580 
. 582 

584 
. 586 

589 
, 591 

596 
. 599 



INDEX. 

FAGS 

CHRONOLOGY BY DEPARTMENTS .... 601 

Department of Illinois 601 

Department of Wisconsin ' 602 

Department of Pennsylvania 603 

Department of Ohio ...... 603 

Department of Connecticut 604 

Department of New York 605 

Department of Massachusetts 606 

Department of New Jersey 606 

Department of Maine 607 

Department of California (including Nevada) . . 607 

Department of Rhode Island 608 

Department of New Hampshire .... 609' 

Department of Vermont 609 

Department of the Potomac 609 

Department of Maryland 610 

Department of Nebraska 610 

Department of Michigan . . . .. , .611 

Department of Iowa 611 

Department of Indiana 612 

Department of Kansas 612 

Department of Delaware 613 

Department of Virginia 614 

Department of Minnesota 6l4 

Department of Missouri 614 

Department of Colorado and Wyoming . . .615 



INDEX. 



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Department of Oregon 615 

Department of Kentucky 616 

Department of West Virginia 616 

Department of Dakota 616 

Department of Washington and Alaska . • ,616 

Department of New Mexico 617 

Department of Utah 617 

Department of Tennessee 617 

Department of Arkansas '. . . . ' , .617 
Department of Louisiana and Mississippi . , .618 

Department of Florida 618 

Department of Montana 618 

Department of Texas 619 

Department of Idaho 619 

Department of Arizona .619 

Department of Georgia ...••• 620 

Department of Alabama 620 

SKETCH OF THE SONS OF VETERANS . . .620 




1 



THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG. 




|X the 28th day of June, 1863, Major-GeDeral George Gordon 
Meade assumed command of the Army of the Potomac, 
succeeding General Hooker, who, though a brilliant fighter, 
had not given satisfaction to the authorities at Washington 
and was permitted to resign. In fact, his relations with 
the War Department and the disaffection of some of his 
inferior ofiicers compelled this course. Yet Hooker's 
parting from the army caused much genuine grief among the rank and 
file of his command, who respected and loved the man for his dashing 
intrepidity and sterling patriotism. The appointment of General 
Meade created considerable surprise, especially to that gallant officer 
himself, who was not aware of the high esteem with which he was 
regarded by President Lincoln. 

To the new commander was given a great amount of authority — in 
fact, he was almost absolutely untrammelled, and was directed to act 
entirely upon his own judgment. The President waived, in his favor, 
all the prerogatives of the Executive. Meade used this power with 
rare discretion and proved that Mr. Lincoln's confidence was not mis- 
placed. Whether Hooker, Burnside, orany other of his predecessors 
would have made a better showing if given the same freedom of action 
can only be conjectured. 

But few changes were made in the assignments of command and 
only those that were absolutely necessary. Meade's Corps — the Fifth 
— was placed under command of Sykes ; Hancock led the Second 
Corps, vice Couch, who had been assigned to the department of the 
Susquehanna; Reynolds commanded the First; Sickles the Third; 
Sedgwick the Sixth; Howard the Eleventh, and Slocum the Twelfth. 
Meade's entire effective force was about 100,000 men. 

To oppose this mighty army General Lee had about 98,000 men and 
nearly 300 guns, besides a strong force of cavalry which was pressing 
toward the north apart from the infantry columns. Lee's headquarters, 
on June 28th, were at Chambersburg, Pa., and portions of his command 
had advanced as far as Carlisle and York, while Meade's army was 
located at Frederick, Maryland. The old Keystone State was apparently 
at the mercy of the invaders, who were levying tribute right and left, 

(15) 



16 



THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG. 



and striking terror to the hearts of the whole North. The inhabitants 
of Franklin, Adams, York and Cumberland counties fled in droves to 
the northern hills, driving their cattle and other farm animals before 
them. Philadelphia, the " hot bed of abolitionism," lay almost within 




the grasp of the Southern hordes. The outlook was dark indeed ; but 
by a series of most fortunate accidents, supplemented by some magnifi- 
cent generalship and a display of heroism never equaled in the world's 
history, the onward march of the enemy was soon stopped and his 
broken columns thrown back beyond the Potomac in all but utter rout. 



SCENE OF THE BATTLE. 17 

rmmediately upon assuming command of the army, General Meade 
started his columns northward and threw them between the enemy 
and the rich prize on the banks of the Delaware. Before Lee was aware 
of his antagonist's intention, the head of Meade's column had crossed 
the Pennsylvania line and reached the South Mountain. Meantime, 
Lee's cavalry, under Stuart, had essayed to reach the main army by a 
detour still further east, by way of Hanover, and found themselves cut 
off by the rapid advance of Meade. Hooker was forced to fight at 
Chancellorsville without his cavalry, and Lee had a similar misfortune 
at Gettysburg. Being without those " eyes of the army," Lee was in 
ignorance of the proximity of Meade and was overtaken and forced to 
fight on ground not of his own choosing. 

SCENE OF THE BATTLE. 

The town of Gettysburg, now rendered immortal as the scene of the 
greatest battle of modern times, lies in a beautiful valley between 
two of the series of ridges that traverse the southern part of Pennsyl- 
vania. The general direction of these ridges is from north to south, 
and they are broken here and there by irregular depressions and 
knolls, giving the country a rolling and diversified aspect. From the 
town of Gettysburg a number of roads and turnpikes diverge. The 
Carlisle road runs almost north ; the Harrisburg road bears to the 
northeast; the York road to the east; the Baltimore turnpike to the 
southeast; the Taneytow^n road due south; the Emmittsburg road 
southwest ; the Hagerstown road to the west, and the Chambersburg 
and Shippensburg roads to the northwest. The railroad from York 
enters the town from the east. 

West of the town is a long sloping range of hills called Seminary or 
Oak Ridge; to the north is a slight elevation almost at right angles to 
this. South of the town is another range of hills of peculiar formation, 
somewhat resembling a fish-hook, with the curve towards Gettysburg. 
On the brow of this hill is located a cemetery, from which the range 
takes the generic name of Cemetery Hill. Two miles south of the 
cemetery, and a little to the west, is Round Top, an elevation of some 
four hundred feet, which forms the end of the stem of the " fish-hook ;" 
a short distance to the north of this is a smaller knob called Little 
Round Top, a bold and rocky prominence nearly three hundred feet 
high," then comes a range of hills up to the cemetery, where the ridge 
curves and runs back almost a mile to Wolf's Hill, forming the point 
of the " hook," Gulp's Hill forming the barb. 

A more perfect place for defensive military operations could hardly 
be conceived. The rugged character of the ground, with its rocky 



18 THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG. 

ledges and huge boulders, make it a sort of natural fortification, forming 
almost three-quarters of a circle, within which wagon trains may be 
protected and troops transferred from point to point with the greatest 
secrecy and almost absolute safety. 

To the west of the main stem of Cemetery Ridge, and opposite the 
Round Tops, the ground falls off in a gentle slope through a cultivated 
valley, rising again in another and parallel crest — Seminary Ridge — 
about a mile distant. In this valley and on the slope of Cemetery 
Hill, human blood was poured out like water during those two July 
afternoons. Around the head of the ridge, opposite the town and 
beyond, the battle raged fiercely and bloody work was done, but it was 
on the bosom of the peaceful valley above described that the demon 
of war laid his thousands of victims those fateful days. 



FIRST DAY. 

General Buford's cavalry reached Gettysburg on June 29th, and 
remained there until the morning of July 1st, when Buford pushed 
forward toward the west, over Seminary Ridge to the hills beyond, 
and took a position over a mile from the town and east of a small 
creek known as Willoughby Run, his line extending on each side of 
the Chambersburg road. Buford's object was to intercept the advance 
of Longstreet and Hill, who were known to be approaching from 
Chambersburg. 

OPENING OF THE BATTLE. 

About nine o'clock in the morning he was assailed by Heth's 
division, which formed the head of Hill's column, and a furious 
engagement began at once. The great battle of Gettysburg here 
commenced. 

At this time Reynolds' corps was about four miles from Buford, 
and rapidly approaching. Howard, with the Eleventh corps, was not 
far behind him. Knowing this, Buford determined to hold the enemy 
in check until Reynolds and Howard could come up. This he did most 
gallantly and skillfully. The troops fought bravely and yielded their 
ground only by inches, until, at ten o'clock, Reynolds came upon th* 
scene with Wadsworth's division, leaving his other two divisions, 
under Doubleday and Robinson, in reserve on Seminary Ridge. Buford 
was by this time hard pressed, and although Reynolds had no instruc- 
tions to bring on a battle, the existing conditions gave him no alter- 
native. No doubt his fine military eye took in the grand defensive 
position offered by the rocks and ridges of Cemetery Hill, and he saw 



FIRST DAY — OPENING OF THE BATTLE. 



19 



the importance of holding the enemy at bay until the main body of 
the army of the Potomac should occupy this eminent vantage ground. 
Whether this be true or not, the stubborn resistance in this opening 
fight allowed just such a manoeuvre to be executed. 

Advancing Wadsworth's division to the support of Buford, Reynolds 
hurriedly sent Howard instructions to push forward with all possible 
speed. Wadsworth's corps was rapidly placed in position, Cutler's 




THE BATTLE-FIELD OF GETTYSBUF.G — FIRST DAY. 

brigade to the right and Meredith's " Iron Brigade " to the left of the 
Cashtown road. The Union troops were posted on rising ground and 
below them lay the enemy, along Willoughby Run. A lot of rebel 
sharpshooters had crossed the Run and taken possession of a strip of 
woods, from behind the shelter of which they were picking off our 
men with great rapidity. Reynolds decided to charge, clear the woods 
of the sharpshooters, and if possible drive the Rebels from their posi- 
tion. With his characteristic boldness the brave commander rode 
forward to reconnoitre and ascertain, if possible, the strength and 
position of the hostile force. While thus engaged in preparing for the 
onslaught, the gallant Reynolds fell — shot through the neck by a rebel 
sharpshooter. 



20 THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG. 

Doubleday turned over his division to General Rowley and came 
forward to take the place of his fallen commander, and the battle went 
on without a moment's pause. A general charge was ordered and the 
whole of Wadsworth's division was soon engaged at close quarters with 
Hill's troops. 

The "Iron Brigade" fell like an avalanche on the front and flank 
of Archer's confederate brigade, tearing it to fragments and sweeping 
its commander and hundreds of his men to the rear — prisoners. 
The boys in blue fought desperately and tore the gray lines into shreds 
■as fast as they were formed. Along the whole line the fighting was 
fast and furious ; not a man shirked his duty. " We have come to 
rstay," was the battle-cry, and too true it was of many of the brave boys, 
for soon the ground was cumbered with the forms of fallen heroes. 
The oldest veterans of the First declare that the firing in this engage- 
■ment was the hottest of the war. Every stafif officer in Cutler's brigade 
had his horse shot under him within the space of twenty minutes, and 
.-some lost tw^o or three. The air seemed literally alive with whizzing 
lead. Hall's battery — the only one in action on our side — was in posi- 
tion beside the Cashtown road. Being left for a time unsupported, 
the rebels made a vigorous effort to capture it, and for a few minutes 
the guns were in imminent danger, but three regiments of Wadsworth's 
•command — the Fourteenth Brooklyn, Sixth Minnesota and Ninety-fifth 
New York — sprang forward with a ringing cheer, saved the guns, 
repulsed the enemy with fearful slaughter, and drov£ two Mississippi 
regiments into a cut of an unfinished railroad, where they were sur- 
rounded and captured, together with their battle-flags. 

Seeing that the enemy was growing stronger and bolder, Doubleday 
brought up his two reserve divisions under Robinson and Rowley, 
placing the former on the right and the latter on the left of Wadsworth. 
Gen. Baxter's brigade, consisting of the Twelfth Massachusetts, Eighty- 
third and Ninety-seventh New York, and the Eighty-eighth and 
Ninetieth Pennsylvania regiments, held the extreme right of Robinson's 
division. Upon the front and flank of this noble brigade the Rebels 
hurled their forces with crushing weight. But Baxter's boys were 
there for business, and bore the brunt of the engagement with great 
heroism. The Eighty-eighth Pennsylvania charged and captured 
nearly a whole regiment — the Twenty-third North Carolina — of Rodes' 
■ division. So great was the impetuosity of the conflict on both sides 
that the blue and the gray were at times so mixed together that ii 
was difficult to distinguish the formation of the lines. But numbers 
were beginning to tell, a,nd with Hill's entire corps, numbering 35,000 
men, on his front, and with every prospect of his right flank being 










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FIRST DAY — DRIVEN BACK THROUGH GETTYSBURG. liy 

turned in spite of Baxter's valor, Doubleday was gradually forced back 
until he encountered Howard's columns, just coming into action. 
How^ard assumed chief command, putting Schurz in charge of the 
Eleventh, while Schimmelpfennig took command of Schurz's division. 
The Eleventh formed in line of battle facing the north, Schurz's left 
wing forming a right angle with and almost resting upon Doubleday's 
right. This timely assistance prevented Hill from flanking Double- 
day, for the advancing rebel columns were driven back in disorder by 
the left wing of the Eleventh. The battle now broke forth again with 
desperate fury. Our troops were largely outnumbered, but the 
Eleventh corps vied with the First in deeds of valor and seemed 
determined to redeem the honor lost at Chancellorsville. Howard had 
barely 21,000 troops in action, all told, while Hill had some 35,000; 
but with all this force he was able to accomplish but little until about 
two o'clock, when Ewell, headed by "Stonewall" Jackson's old brigade, 
stole in from York and swelled the Confederate force to a round 
50,000. These fresh troops fell with terrible energy upon Barlow, 
commanding the right wing of the Eleventh. Early's division 
descended like a thunderbolt on Barlow's flank and front while Rodes^ 
division of the same corps moved around and formed a junction with 
Hill's left. At the corner of the angle, where the First and Eleventh 
approached but did not meet, was a commanding elevation which 
Rodes at once saw was the key of the situation. Massing his infantry, 
Rodes threw them directly at the angle in overwhelming numbers, 
and having seized the vantage point he planted his artillery so as to 
pour an oblique and devastating fire on the left of the Eleventli. 

DRIVEN BACK THROUGH GETTYSBURG. 

A terrific, blinding leaden sleet filled the air, while shot and shell 
played havoc with the blue-coats. The boys fought stubbornly but 
were pressed back by weight of numbers. Howard's line was too 
extended, too thin to repel the savage rushes of the enemy. The 
Eleventh was completely overmatched and fell back through the 
streets of Gettysburg in disorder. Ewell, in hot pursuit, captured some 
three thousand men who were unable to make their way to the protec- 
tion of Steinwehr on Cemetery Hill. The defeat of the Eleventh corps 
placed Doubleday in a most perilous position. In the face of fearful 
odds he had bravely held his ground, but after the Eleventh corps had 
been driven from the field a furious enfilading fire of musketry and 
cannon compelled Baxter and the whole First corps to yield the 
position they had so gallantly defended. 

Stubbornly and doggedly they fell back towards Gettysburg, bitterly 



24 THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG. 

contesting every foot of the ground. Doubleday handled his men 
with consummate ability, but now that the Eleventh corps had melted 
away it would have been madness to attempt further resistance. Both 
flanks of the First were in danger of being turned, and an overpower- 
ing force of the enemy was in front. The shattered battalions made a 
dignified retreat through the southwestern portion of the town, taking 
with them all their wagons and all their artillery except one piece. 
Defeated, but not crushed, the noble First corps retired to the fastness of 
Stein wehr's position, and at once began to repair damages and prepare 
for the struggle of the morrow. 

As the broken Union columns fell back upon the heights south of 
Gettysburg the wisdom of posting Steinwehr's division and the reserve 
artillery upon the commanding crest of Cemetery Hill became per- 
fectly apparent. It formed a nucleus around which the discomfited 
Union army re-formed its broken lines, and eventually this rugged 
mountain proved a rock against which the Confederate leaders hurled 
their legions in brave but useless endeavor. 

The remains of the Eleventh corps took a position to the right of 
Steinwehr, and the First formed on his left, making a crescent-shaped 
line around the front of Cemetery Hill. The position was a strong 
one, and its possession proved to be the salvation of Meade's army. 

The fighting ceased about four o'clock in the afternoon, and shortly 
after that time nearly all of Lee's army was upon the scene of con- 
flict. By five o'clock the rebel forces on the field numbered nearly 
80,000, and had Lee attacked our position on Cemetery Hill at that 
hour, he would no doubt have been successful in seizing the position, 
and the result of the battle of Gettysburg would have been far different. 
But Lee was deceived by the fierce onset and stubborn resistance of 
the Union forces and was led to believe that the whole Union army 
was within supporting distance. Thus, fortunately for us, he allowed 
his golden opportunity to pass unimproved. 

About the time that Howard's corps was fleeing through Gettysburg, 
Hancock arrived at Steinwehr's headquarters and assumed chief com- 
mand. He received the retreating soldiers with words of cheer, and 
his confident bearing and magnetism of manner went far toward 
restoring the spirits of the broken battalions. Buford's fine cavalry 
division was deployed on the plain at the foot of the Hill, and pre- 
sented a firm front to the pursuing enemy. The troopers, although 
wearied by their hard morning's work, did yeoman's service, and 
gallantly covered the retreat of their unmounted comrades. Buford 
has been called " the good angel of Gettysburg," a title which he, 
supported by his matchless band of warriors, richly earned. 



SECOND DAY. 25 

During the evening the Third and Twelfth corps of the Federal 
army reached the scene of action and were promptly placed in position. 
Shortly after midnight the Second corps arrived from Taneytown, and 
by early morning the Fifth corps, under Sykes, arrived on the field 
after a forced march of twenty-four miles from Union Mills. The 
Sixth, under the gallant Sedgwick, had thirty-two miles to come, but 
it was on hand, worn and weary, by two o'clock the following afternoon 
and rendered noble service in spite of its exhausted condition. 

The people of Gettysburg were in despair that night. They had 
seen our troops driven like sheep through their streets, or captured by 
droves ; their town was held in indisputed possession by the invading 
hosts, whose numbers seemed overpowering. They were unaware of 
the approach of the re-enforcing Union columns, and doubtless believed 
that the opening of another day would witness the total annihilation 
of their defenders. The boastful confederates talked boldly of what 
they would do the following morning, and it was with sad forebodings 
that these wretched people sat and waited for the dawn. Many fled 
from the town and took refuge in the rear of the Union army. But 
when morning came the heights were crowned with a formidable array 
of wide-mouthed cannon, and behind every stone wall, every ledge of 
rock appeared a glistening abattis of bayonets, through which no force 
of flesh and blood might pass. 

The death of General Reynolds was a severe loss to the country, 
and cast a deep gloom all over the army, but especially over the Penn- 
sylvania Reserves, with whom he had been closely identified and whose 
idol he was. Some of these men wept, and all demanded to be led 
against the enemy that they might wreak vengeance upon his slayers. 
During their desperate charge on the following day the thrilling war 
cry of the Reserves, " Revenge for Reynolds," rang out above the din 
of battle and steeled their hearts to deeds of wondrous valor. 



SECOND DAY. 

The sun rose clear and bright on the morning of Thursday, July 
2d. From the top of Cemetery Ridge, a scene of surpassing loveliness 
was spread out before the observer. To the westward lay a beautiful 
rolling valley, dotted with well-kept farms and broken by occasional 
patches of timber. The air was filled with balmy sweetness, and the 
woods echoed with the songs of feathered warblers. Blooming orchards 
and yellow wheat-fields met the eye, and all was calm and still. The 
birds sang in their sylvan bowers, the leaves rustled in the warm 
summer zephyrs, the golden grain-fields moved in gentle undulations ; 



26 



THE BATTLE OP GETTYSBURG. 



all nature seemed unconscious of the terrible whirlwind of human 
passion that was soon to desolate this scene of peace and happiness, 
fill the air with shrieks and groans, deluge these fields with streams of 
gore, and cover the hillsides with the mutilated bodies of the slain. 




MAJOR-GENERAI- GEOKGE GORDON MEADE. 

{Fro>ii a War- Time Photograph.) 

General Meade had reached Cemetery Hill shortly after midnight, 
and had taken command in person, establisliing his headquarters in a 
little frame shanty on the Taneytown roaxi, out of range of the enemy's 
musketry. With the first streak of dawn, the general-in-chief was 
hurrying about from point to point, studying his ground and posting 
his forces. Some of the corps were already in position and partially 
intrenched, and as the others came up they were promptly placed 
where they would do the most good. When the dispositions were 
completed, the positions were as follows : On the extreme right was 



SECOND DAY. 



27 



the Twelfth corps, General Slocum, which, with Wadsworth's division 
of the First, held Gulp's Hill. Then came the remaining divisions of 
the First corps (now commanded by General Newton) under Robinson 
and Doubleday ; the Eleventh corps came next, occupying the front or 
face of Cemetery Hill ; then the Second corps, under Hancock, and the 
Third, under Sickles. The Fifth corps was held in reserve, its position 
being behind Little Round Top. When the Sixth corps came up, at 
two o'clock, it was also held in reserve. The army was thus placed in 
a sort of horse-shoe form, the left wing, however, being much longer 
than the right, and the reserves were within thirty minutes' march of 
any part of the line of battle. The wagon-trains were parked in the 
hollow inside of the horse-shoe, where they were well protected. 




THE BATTLE-FIELD OF GETTYSBURG — SECOND AND THIRD DAYS. 

Although the arrival of Longstreet had largely augmented Lee's 
forces, the confederate prospect on Thursday morning was not near 
so rosy as it had been the night before. The Union army had received 



28 THE BATTLE OP GETTYSBURG. 

still larger reinforcements, and during the hours of darkness had thrown 
up breastworks, dug rifle-pits, felled trees, and otherwise intrenched 
themselves along the hillside. The crests of the ridge w'ere crowned 
with murderous-looking cannon, and it must have been painfully- 
apparent to the rebel leaders, when they swept the field with their 
glasses at break of day, that Meade's position was almost impregnable. 
But Lee could not remain idle and await Meade's action. He must 
either attack or retreat ; and, emboldened as his soldiers were by their 
undoubted success on the day preceding, it is doubtful wdiether Lee 
could have persuaded his men to withdraw without making a struggle 
for a decisive victory. 

POSITION OF THE ARMIES. 

The Union line of battle, from Slocum's right to Sickles' left, was 
about three miles in length. Lee's line was nearly five miles long, 
and was in a form of a vast crescent, with its concavity facing Cemetery 
Ridge. Longstreet's corps formed the confederate right, facing Sickles 
and Hancock ; Hill was in the centre, his right resting on Longstreet's 
left ; Swell's corps formed the left wing, extending through the streets 
of Gettysburg and around in front of Newton and Slocum. Between 
Ewell and Hill was a gap of almost a mile, but, as Meade was acting 
entirely on the defensive, this break in Lee's line did not weaken it to 
any extent. In numerical strength the opposing armies were about 
equal — something over 85,000 men each. Meade's force was compact 
and communication easy ; while Lee's condition was just the reverse. 

As we have seen, it was Meade's intention to present an unbroken 
front from Gulp's Hill to Round Top. Sickles' instructions w^re to 
connect with Hancock's lelt, and carry his line straight on to the 
Round Top, occupying it if possible. But along the centre and left of 
Hancock's position the ridge was considerably depressed, so that there 
was a very slight slope as compared with the northern end of the 
Ridge. One-third of a mile west of this depression in the ridge, 
half-way to the Emmittsburg road, is another elevation of no great 
height, but high enough to command the depression to the north of 
Little Round Top. When Sickles advanced to the position assigned him, 
he assumed the responsibility of moving forward to the elevation above 
described, instead of carrying his line straight down toward Round Top. 
No doubt Sickles did exactly what his judgment dictated, but it was, 
nevertheless, a mistake that came very near being fatal to the entire 
army. Instead of connecting his right with Hancock's left, he threw 
it forward several hundred yards, leaving a wide gap in what ought 
to have been an unbroken line ; his left, instead of being at Round 



POSITION OF THE ARMIES. 



29 



Top, was in advance of it, and his right wing made an angle of about 
forty-five degrees with Hancock's line, instead of being a continuation 
of it. Little Round Top, the key of the battle ground, was not only 
unoccupied, but unprotected. Thus did Sickles invite attack, and 
dearly did he pay for his temerity, for Lee was not slow to observe 
and seize upon the opportunity thus presented by the weak and faulty 
position which Sickles had assumed. 

During the morning, and up to the middle of the afternoon, there 
was no sign of active hostility, except a pattering and desultory firing 
between the pickets. But about four o'clock the blow fell. Meade 
had just seen and realized 
the perilous position of 
Sickles, and the latter was 
making preparations to 
withdraw ; but before any- 
thing could be done, the con- 
federate batteries opened upon his ad- 
vanced position and there was no course 
left open but to fight it out right there. 
Meade perceived at once that if he under- 
took to support Sickles in force, he must 
move from his strong position on the 
hills and fight in the open field, and in 
such a position that the chances of suc- 
cess would have been largely in favor 
of the enemy. The only alternative was 
to let Sickles fight it out until driven 
back to the position which he ought to 
have occupied at first The latter course was deemed more wise. 

Now let us see what shape Sickles was in when the battle opened. 
His right, under Humphreys, was disposed along the Emmittsburg 
road, but some distance back from it, the right brigade extending to 
within a quarter of a mile of Hancock's left, and making an angle of 
forty-five degrees with the general formation of the Union line. On 
Humphreys' left, his line was continued by Graham's brigade of 
Birney's division, as far as the peach orchard. At the left of Graham 
the other two brigades of Birney's division (under Ward and 
DeTrobriand) were thrown back obliquely toward Round Top, thus 
forming a salient, which was Sickles' weakest point. The apex of the 
angle formed by the line of Birney's division was right in the now 
celebrated peach orchard, and upon this salient the great weight of 
the attacking force was thrown. 




A SKIRMISHER. 



30 THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG. 

ASSAULT ON THE THIRD CORPS. 

The charge of Longstreet's corps was gloriously awful. His right 
flank extended past Sickles' left fully two brigades, and as the warrior 
columns came on, under cover of a devastating artillery fire from their 
batteries on the wood-crowned heights of Seminary Ridge, the right 
flank of the enemy was seen to bend in toward Little Round Top. It 
was plainly Longstreet's intention to envelop the left of Sickles with 
his right wing, while his left should attack the right and centre, hoping 
to break through the salient and annihilate the Third corps before 
substantial aid should reach them. But the bold confederate had 
reckoned without his host. Sickles' men were there to die, if necessary, 
but not to show their backs to the enemj\ 

Ward's brigade, forming the left of the corps, was first struck by the 

oncoming lines of gray. Hood's trained battalions rush forward with 

savage yells and demoniac shouts and fall with dreadful force upon 

Ward's front and flank; but our men are not unprepared, and repel 

the savage rush of the enemy with great gallantry. Soon the battle 

rages all along the refused line from the peach orchard to the foot of 

Little Round Top. Hood sees that if he can gain posession of that 

rocky prominence the whole of Meade's army may not dislodge him, 

^nd that the fate of the Army of the Potomac will be sealed. For 

weary hours the battle rages, victory inclining first to one side and 

then to the other. Birney's whole division is under a terrible fire and 

closed in with rows of glistening steel. In the peach orchard a 

frightful struggle occurs. Hood is determined to pierce the Union line 

at the salient, and the brave boys of Graham's and DeTrobriand's 

brigades have resolved that he shall not. McLaws and Anderson lead 

the confederate hosts here, and their strength is overpowering. Sickles 

calls for reinforcements, and Tilton's and Sweitzer's brigades of Ayres' 

division, Fifth corps, are hurried to his support. But the enemy now 

opens a terrible enfilading artillery fire on the Union line, and Sickles 

is pressed back, leaving the coveted orchard in the hands of the 

enemy. This breaks the National line, and Birney, still fighting 

desperately, is forced back to a new position, half-way between his last 

line and the Round Top. About this time Sickles, who has ever been 

where the bullets were the thickest, is wounded and borne from the 

field, leavino; the Third in command of Birnev. The battle continues 

to rage with unabated fury. Birney is all torn up, but not yet 

dismembered. Hancock, seeing Birney's distressed condition, sends 

Caldwell's splendid division of the Second flying to his assistance. 

Dashing through the blood-stained wheat-field, Caldwell's fresh 

columns, with Cross and Kelly in the lead, are fiercely attacked by the 



DEFENCE OF LITTLE ROUND TOP. 31 

confident enemy, and horrible carnage ensues. In a few minutes the 
gallant Cross falls dead, and both brigades are badly cut up ; but 
Caldwell promptly throws forward his remaining brigades, under 
Brooke and Zook, and the hot battle bubbles and boils as though it 
were some great hell caldron. Zook died at the head of his brigade, 
but Brooke drove the enemy before him. It seemed as though the 
tide of battle had turned ; but the confederates come on again with 
€ven greater energy, and Caldwell has hard work to withdraw his 
battered division. Ayres has just come up with two brigades of 
regulars from the Fifth corps, but before they can form for action, the 
Impetuous confederates have struck them on front, flank and rear, 
and they join in the general retreat. But, while our ranks are 
decimated and disorganized, those of the enemy are quite as much so. 
Although for the moment victorious, they still are broken and 
disordered ; and when their mad rush carries them up to the base of 
the hill, they hesitate, and not without substantial reason ; for the 
steady ranks of the Fifth and Sixth corps are waiting on the heights 
for an opportunity to strike a decisive blow. 

The opportunity has come, and General Crawford, with his noble 
division of Pennsylvania Reserves, is accorded the honor of dealing 
the parting stroke. The gallant reserves descend like an avalanche 
upon the disordered foe before them, and a fierce struggle occurs at 
the base of the hill for the possession of a stone wall. But after a 
short and bloody conflict, in which the reserves gain fresh laurels for 
their desperate bravery, the rebels are put to flight, and driven back 
through the woods beyond the wheat-field. This ends the fighting at 
this point for the day. 

DEFENCE OF LITTLE ROUND TOP. 

While Birney, Caldwell and Ayres were making their unequal 
struggle back of the peach orchard, a fierce contest was going on for the 
possession of Little Round Top. As before stated, this point was the 
key of the battle ground. Had Hood's troops gained its summit, they 
could not have been dislodged without fearful slaughter, if at all, and 
they could have played havoc with our supply teams and ammunition 
wagons, which were parked in the rear of the army. Our left flank 
could have then been turned, and in all human probability the battle 
of Gettysburg would have ended in an overwhelming defeat for the 
Union forces. It is enough to make one shudder to think how nearly 
this end was accomplished. 

As before stated, Hood promptly recognized the value of the Little 
Round Top, and perceived its exposed condition. Its bold and rocky 



32 THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG. 

summit was totally unoccupied, save by a few men of the signal corps, 
and only a thin line of soldiers— the Ninety-ninth Pennsylvania — 
covered its front. While the first violent attack was being made on 
Ward's brigade, and along Birney's front, Hood detached his chosen 
band of Texans, pointed out to them the importance of seizing Little 
Round Top, and sent them on their errand. The brave and impetuous 
Texans rushed with lightning speed toward the black and rugged 
mass. As they reached Plum Run, a narrow stream which skirts the 
western base of Little Round Top, they found their pathway blocked 
by what proved to be an insurmountable obstacle. 

It seems that General Warren, Meade's chief engineer, had noted the 
unprotected condition of this vantage point, and had realized the 
terrible consequences that must follow if the rebels obtained a lodgment 
there. So, when Barnes' division of the Fifth was hastening by to the 
relief of Sickles, Warren ordered one brigade, that of Vincent, to be 
detached and sent at once, with Hazlitt's battery, to occupy and defend 
Little Round Top. Vincent's men were disjDosed around the base of 
the mountain, occupying every ledge and crevice, their muskets and 
bayonets commanding every gorge and pass. By almost super-human 
effort, the guns of Hazlitt's battery were lifted to the crest of the hill and 
placed in such a position that they could command and enfilade all the 
avenues of approach. Vincent's brigade consisted of the following 
regiments : Twentieth Maine, under Colonel Chamberlain ; Sixteenth 
Michigan, Lieutenant Colonel Welsh, and the Forty-fourth New York, 
Colonel Rice. 

Scarcely had these noble regiments reached the positions assigned 
them, when the Texans came on with a loud, fierce, defiant yell, 
as if all Pandemonium had broken loose and joined in the chorus 
of one universal war-whoop. On came the dare-devil Texans, three 
ranks deep, and at double-quick. A hot musketry fire assails them, 
and Hazlitt's guns pour on their front a perfect rain of shot and shell. 
Their advanced lines waver, curl up and disappear; but on they come 
again in ever increasing numbers, only to melt away before the mur- 
derous fire that belches forth from every corner and crevice of ihe 
rockbound heights. The dead and dying are heaped upon the sun- 
baked rocks ; but for thirty minutes the savage contest rages. Weed, 
also of Ayres division, comes to Vincent's assistance and the Texans 
are driven into the hollow between the Round Tops. There they 
resume the attack with such fury and skill that the left flank of the 
brigade is turned. At this point the fighting was simply awful. So 
intermingled were the combatants that powder and bullet could 
scarcely be used. A hand-to-hand conflict ensued, in which the 



DEFENCE OF LITTLE ROUND TOP. 



33 



Maine regiment turned upon their assailants with the energy of de- 
spair and beat them to death with their clubbed muskets. But the 
Texans were taking desperate chances, and Chamberlain's position was 




almost hopeless. He called for assistance, but none came. It was a 
case requiring the utmost boldness, but Chamberlain was equal to the 
emergency. Leaping to the fore, he charged upon the enemy with 



34 THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG. 

tiger-like ferocity and energy, sweeping them before him like chaff. 
To complete this repulse, a brigade of the Pennsylvania Reserves 
under the personal command of General Crawford, who carried one 
of the colors in his hand, made a grand dash after the retreating rebels, 
and turned their flight into a perfect rout. 

Little Round Top had been secured, and the victory at this point 
was complete ; but the slaughter was something awful. Heaps of 
dead and dying were piled among the rocks in tiie narrow valley ; 
the air resounded with groans of agony. Vincent, Weed and Hazlitt 
jiad all met the fate of true soldiers ; but the left flank of the Union 
position had been successfully defended and rendered secure. 

IN FRONT OF THE SECOND CORPS. 

It will be remembered that Humphreys' division of the Third corps 
was posted to the front and left of Hancock. During all the time that 
Birney was so fiercely engaged, Humphreys was unassailed, and was 
able to send assistance to Birney during the awful fight in the peach 
orchard. After Birney was forced back to his new position in front of 
the Round Tops Humphreys was left alone and in a most exposed and 
perilous position. Birney, now commanding the corps, ordered him 
to fall back so as to connect with his right in the new position — a most 
difficult manoeuvre, but one which Humphreys executed with great skill 
under a heavy fire. The legions of Hood and McLaws poured in upon 
his exposed right like a deluge, and although forced steadily back, 
Humphreys kept his lines steady until he joined Birne}^ thus estab- 
lishing the Union line in the position which Meade originally intended 
it to occupy. 

Up to this time Longstreet had been doing all the fighting on the 
confederate side; but when Birney's front was pierced at the peach 
orchard and his line was driven back to the ridge. Hill abandoned 
his passive attitude and came down like a torrent on Humphreys' 
exposed command. Hancock, observing Humphreys' predicament 
and his gallant effbrt to extricate himself from it, sent two regiments 
from Gibbon's division — the Eighty-second New York and the Fifteenth 
Massachusetts — to support his right, while Willard's brigade of" Aleck" 
Hays' division was sent to the support of his left. Bigelow's Ninth Massa- 
chusetts battery was placed near to the Trostle house and m,ade for 
itself an ineffaceable record for gallantry. Its commander was ordered 
to hold his position at all hazards until relieved by supporting batteries 
in the rear. Most nobly did Captain Bigelow and his brave cannoneers 
obey this order. They stuck to their guns with utter disregard for the 
blinding sleet of lead that was poured upon them. They were undis- 



swell's attack on the right, 35 

mayed and unterrified when the rebel hordes with deafening yells 
charged right up to the muzzles of the guns, climbed over the limbers 
and shot down horses and men. When the supporting batteries were 
ready to open their enfilading fire, Captain Bigelow and nearly all his 
men lay bleeding beside the guns they had so gallantly defended. Out 
of eighty-eight horses attached to the battery eighty were killed. 

Wright's rebel brigade presses Humphreys hard. Wilcox and Perr3% 
also of Anderson's division, assist in the assault. These three brigades 
advance to the weakest point of the Union line — the depression on 
the left of the Second corps, which has all day been inadequately pro- 
tected — hoping to gain a foothold within the Union lines. Flushed 
with success they press in on Humphreys' front and flank and rush up 
the hill with loud shouts of victory. But in their moment of triumph 
they perish. They have come within range of the muskets of the 
Second corps, which lies concealed behind a stone wall. On they come, 
with defiance in their eyes and destruction in their steady strides. 
Suddenly a sheet of flame runs along the stone wall. The 
veterans of the Second rise up out of the earth as if by magic. The 
well-known trefoil flutters before the enemy like an emblem of disaster. 
The bold line rolls up like a piece of parchment under the withering 
fire, staggers and falls back, leaving the ground cumbered with the 
dead and dying. 

From this time on until dark the enemy was repulsed at every point 
along the National left. The rebels were persistent — the Union army 
was determined. Just as darkness came on, Hancock gathered up his 
energies for a final and decisive blow, and threw his whole command, 
together with Humphreys' shattered division, straight into the valley 
where the baffled enemy lay, driving them to the woods with great 
loss and in utter confusion. It was now dusk, and the fighting ceased 
along our left wing. The enemy had secured and now held Sickles' 
morning position, including the Devil's Den and its woods, and lay in 
close proximity to our front, but made no further hostile movement 
until the next afternoon. 

ewell's attack on the right. 

Ewell, commanding the left wing of the rebel army, had been 
instructed by General Lee to assault the Union right as soon as Long- 
street had begun his attack on the left. For some unknown reason he 
failed to do so. It will be remembered that the National right was 
held by the Twelfth, First and Eleventh corps. As the battle pro- 
gressed on the left with no sign of attack from Ewell, Gen. Meade had 
gradually drawn upon the right to reinforce the left. But one brigade 



36 THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG. 

of the Twelfth corps was left in position — that of Greene, of Geary's 
division. Near by and to the left, Wadsworth's division of the First 
corps, was still stationed. 

Between Gulp's Hill and Cemetery Hill there is a slight depression, 
or ravine, marking the division between the two hills. On the right of 
this ravine and commanding it was posted Stevens' Maine battery. 
On the opposite side of the ravine was the right of the Eleventh, the 
line extending from there around the face of Cemetery Hill, under 
cover of a stone wall, while on the heights above them were the batteries 
of Ricketts and Weidrich. 

On the right of the Maine battery was a line of earth-works which 
had been constructed by Wads worth, and which extended around to 
the right, where they were taken up by Greene. The latter had carried 
his works back obliquely so as to protect his right flank. In the 
absence of the greater part of the Twelfth corps, Greene was obliged to 
leave a large part of the works unoccupied, and, as will be seen, this 
gave the enemy a chance to make and maintain a lodgment inside of 
the Federal lines. 

Ewell had posted his advance batteries on Benner's Hill, an emi- 
nence a little to the northeast of Gulp's Hill, and at six o'clock he 
opened fire from this point. The National guns were quickly turned 
upon Benner's Hill, and in less than twenty minutes the hostile bat- 
teries were almost silenced. 

As the sun was sinking below the western horizon the assault com- 
menced. The splendid division of Early moved upon Howard, his 
column being headed by the famous and hitherto invincible Louisiana 
Tigers. The assault was made in no hesitating, uncertain manner. 

Early's veteran legions know that a tempest of death awaits them 
but there is no fear in their looks nor trepidation in their footsteps. 
They clear the town and sweep up the hillside in brilliant array. 
When within point blank range Stevens turns his battery loose upon 
their devoted heads and Ricketts' and Weidrich's guns belch forth a per- 
fect hail of grape, canister and shrapnel. But on they come. The wide 
gaps torn by the flying iron are quickly closed up, and still on they 
come. While the cannon are still pouring forth their death-dealing 
metal at the rate of four shots a minute, Howard's infantry rise like 
specters from behind the stone wall, and a terrible rain of lead assails 
the swiftly moving line of gray. On the confederate left and center 
the lines waver and are beaten back, but the right still presses on, 
wildly and triumphantly. Nothing can stop these brave confederates. 
With a yell of triumph they overrun Weidrich's battery, and push on 
to Ricketts' where a horrible struggle takes place. Here it is hand to 



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THIRD DAY. 39 

hand — man to man — give and take — no quarter. Stevens is compelled 
to cease firing, for blue and grey are mixed in utter confusion. Bay- 
onets, clubs, hand spikes, even stones and rocks are freely used. It is 
anybody's victory just now. But Hancock, ever on the alert, sees 
Howard's desperate condition, and sends Carroll's brigade flying to the 
rescue. Charging up with full ranks and a firm front, Carroll drives the 
enemy in confusion before him. Ricketts regains possession of his guns 
and gives the enemy a parting salute of double-shotted canister. 

Early's charge was grandly conceived and fearlessly executed, but it 
was a failure and a costly one. The Tigers had been defeated in a 
contest that left no doubt as to their courage, and they never were 
known thereafter as a distinct body. 

While all this was going on, Johnson's division of Swell's Corps was 
making an equally daring attempt to carry Culp's Hill. This, as we 
have seen, was defended by Greene and Wadsworth. The attack was 
gallantly made and as gallantly repelled. Greene showed a rare 
degree of courage and ability. The advancing columns were literally 
mowed down by constant volleys ot well directed musketry. Assault 
after assault was brilliantly repelled, the rebels suSering frightful losses. 
It is true that a portion of Johnson's command occupied and held the 
refused line of breastworks on Greene's right ; but this was of no per- 
manent or practical value, since the general assault had utterly failed. 
When Geary's men returned, under orders, to their intrenchments, 
they were met with a volley from Johnson's men, of whose presence 
they had no knowledge, but they quickly fell back upon Greene's lines 
and remained undisturbed until morning. 

This ended the fighting on the bloody second of July. No very great 
advantage had been gained by either side. Meade had lost ten thou- 
sand men, but Lee's loss was much greater. Sickles' morning position 
had been lost, but the National line was all the stronger for the change ; 
and, although Johnson's extreme left held a position within the 
National line of defense, it profited him nothing ; for before daybreak 
the weakened right had been restored to its normal strength and all 
immediate danger from Johnson was past. 



THIRD DAY. 



Although the fighting on the first and second days at Gettysburg 
had been severe in the extreme, it was destined to be eclipsed in heroic 
daring and savage bravery during the third and last day. It seems 
that General Lee overestimated the advantages he had gained during 
the first and second days, and, despite the adverse opinions of some of 



40 TRE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG. 

his lieutenants, notably General Longstreet, he deemed it wise to make 
another attempt to break through the Union lines. Every man in the 
two armies realized that the final and decisive struggle must occur 
before the setting of another sun. At the break of day the two 
combatants lay facing each other, like two colossal gladiators stripped 
for the fray and eager to begin, 

THE DEFENCE OF CULP's HILL. 

As the morning sun threw his first red streaks above the eastern 
hills, the carnage began. Geary's troops, repulsed the night before by 
Johnson's fire from their own breastworks, had slept on their arms. 
As early as three o'clock the watchful eye of General Kane, commanding 
Geary's second brigade, had observed signs of activity on the enemy's 
front, and he notified his superior of the suspicious movements he had 
observed. Geary determined to seize whatever advantage might be 
gained by assuming the initiative, and called his men to arms. A few 
minutes before four o'clock the signal was given, and Geary's artillery 
opened a heavy fire upon the enemy's front. This immediately 
precipitated a general engagement and a fearful struggle was soon in 
progress all along the Federal right. The rebels not only held theii 
advanced position within our lines, but they charged through the 
woods with tremendous energy again and again, in the very teeth of a 
storm of screaming missiles that it seemed would destroy any force of 
flesh and blood. The broken and rugged character of the ground 
prevented any very orderly advances, but what Ewell's men lacked in 
precision they made up in energy. But Kane's gallant brigade — and, 
in fact, the whole of Geary's iron division — w^ere made of stuff as stern 
and unyielding as that of their brave assailants, and they held their 
ground with unwavering firmness. Our right had become a wall of 
adamant against which the heaviest surges of the enemy broke in vain. 

For six long hours the battle raged with undiminished fury. The 
contested ground was piled with dead and dying; heroes in blue and 
gray lay side by side in writhing agony, their life-blood pouring down 
the hillside in one common stream. At no time during the whole war 
was there rnore horrible carnage or a greater display of individual 
bravery. 

As the day advanced, heavy sulphurous smoke-clouds hung over the 
gory field, the air grew thick with dust, and the heat became oppressive. 
Wearied with their murderous work, both sides have relapsed into 
comparative quietude. But not for long; for Ewell's men, forming 
their lines afresh, have gathered up their strength for one grand and 
desperate assault. Meantime, the noble " Star " corps has been 



THE DEFENCE OF CULP S HILL. 



41 



reinforced by the arrival of fresh troops from the Union left, artillery- 
has been brought up on the gallop, and all is prepared to give the 
enemy a continued desperate resistance. 

With a fierce yell that rises high above the roar of battle, Ewell's 
veterans move swiftly forward once more, supremely indifferent to the 
storm of grape and canister that tears huge, bloody gaps through their 
undaunted lines of gray. Resistless as the billows of the sea they push 
ahead, over the piles of slain, right up to the very muzzles of the 
Twelfth, which lies concealed behind the works. Will nothing stop 
this mad onward rush? Yes! for when the rash confederates come 




GENERALS MEADE AND WABKEN ON LITTLE ROUND TOP. 

within range of Slocum's muskets the boys in blue spring to their feet 
and pour one cold, deliberate and withering volley full in the faces of 
the over-confident foe. 

This is more than even the hardened veterans of the famous 
" Stonewall " brigade can stand. The line staggers, reels, turns, and 
goes flying back ; but, by a mighty effort, partially recovers and hurls 
back a leaden defiance as it slowly retires across Rock Run. Such 
chivalrous courage commands the admiration even of the victors, and 
while they cheer, shout, shake each other by the hand, and thank God 
for the glorious triumph of the valiant " Star " corps, they know that 
nothing short of utter rout will prevent the enemy from re-forming in 
the hollow and returning to the attack. So Geary instantly orders a 
counter-charge, which is executed so vigorously that the rebels are 
driven from the breastworks through the valley, and clear off the field. 



42 THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG. 

This ended the fighting on the National right, and Ewell had been 
completely baffled. He had thrown away his opportunity the preceding 
night, and now he had done his best to retrieve his error, but in vain. 
No troops could have behaved more gallantly, but it was not theirs to 
win. Swell's brave men were met by other men of equal bravery — 
men fighting for their homes and firesides, and they would have fought 
until the last man was dead before they would have yielded their 
ground. The intermingled heaps of blue and gray gave ample 
testimony to the fierceness of the struggle. Never had human beings 
been made the target for a more death-dealing fire. The very wood 
in which the combat raged gave evidence of the wondrous destruction, 
for it was torn and rent with shells and solid shot. Even the sturdy 
oaks — those brawny giants of the forest — pierced to the heart by bullets 
innumerable, gave up their lives together with the scores of braves 
who perished in their shade, and stood in after years — leafless, dreary 
monuments — to mark the spot on which so many heroes fell. 

lee's supreme effort. 

This fearful storm was succeeded by a lull of several hours, during 
which terrible suspense reigned in every heart. Lee, being baffled in 
his first design, pondered what next to attempt. He had tried to 
break both our right and left wings, and had failed completely. All 
he had gained on our right was now lost, and along the whole Union 
line had appeared, as though by a conjurer's touch, an almost 
impregnable line of intrenchments, filled with determined men. 

Pickett's division of Longstreet's corps had now come up, and 
Stuart's cavalry, after its long detour around the Union army, had 
also joined Lee's forces. Stuart had been beaten by Kilpatrick at 
Hanover the day before, but had managed to slip away, while 
Kilpatrick, following hard upon him, had joined Meade. Lee's right 
and center were still concealed upon the wooded slopes of Seminary 
Ridge. 

Thus the armies lay at mid-day. Silence reigned over all. The sun 
was beating down with almost tropical ferocity. But not a man relaxed 
his vigilance. Fresh ammunition and rations were served out, and 
the soldiers took their noonday meal with one hand upon their muskets. 
• Lee concentrated his artillery, to the extent of at least one hundred 
and fifty guns, upon the heights of Seminary Ridge, the lines of 
batteries extending from a point opposite the town to the peach orchard 
and beyond. Meade had some three hundred guns at his command, 
but the conformation of the ground and of the lines was such that he 
could make effective use of only about seventy-five of them at once. 



THE ARTILLERY DUEL. 43 

These were admirably posted by General Hunt, chief of artillery. 
McGilvery's guns were located on the crest held by Caldwell, and the 
artillery of the Second corps, under Captain Hazard, was placed well 
around the right, supported by Hays and Gibbon. Woodruff's battery 
was at the extreme right of Hazard's line ; next came Arnold, then 
Gushing, Brown and Rorty, in the order named. The total number of 
effective guns in Hazard's command was only twenty-six. Brown and 
Rorty had already suffered severely from loss of men and horses. But 
Meade had plenty of guns in reserve, and they were well handled by 
his chief of artillery. 

THE ARTILLERY DUEL. 

All was in readiness on both sides. Shortly before two o'clock a 
puff of white smoke shot out from a clump of trees on the Confederate 
left, and a Whitworth projectile came screaming across the deserted 
valley. This was the signal gun, and a moment later the crest of 
Seminary Ridge was swept by a tongue of darting flame. Shells and 
solid shot were hurled by the ton upon the waiting forces on Cemetery 
Ridge, and the grim reaper began again to gather in a rich harvest. 
Twelve dozen wide-mouthed cannon w^ere vomiting death and destruc- 
tion upon the heads of Meade's devoted army. 

But our guns did not long remain in silence. General Hunt waited 
only until the first fury of the enemy had been spent, when he began 
to retaliate most effectively. Then the earth shook and rocked as 
though by some tremendous internal convulsion. The din was 
deafening; the thunder of the two hundred heavy guns, and the 
lightning flashes as they pierced the tawny banks of smoke, produced 
the appearance and roar of a tropical tempest. It was the grandest 
artillery duel that ever occurred on this continent, magnificent beyond 
description, and realizing all that is grandiose in warfare. The air 
was rent with hideous, discordant noises ; the earth trembled, and the 
hills and rocks seemed to reel to and fro like a drunken man. 

Although the enemy's gunners failed to get the range as perfectly as 
they might, the destruction on our side was simply terrible. The men 
were ordered to lie flat upon the ground and to seek such shelter as 
the rocks and ledges might afford ; but many of them, in their excite- 
ment and suspense, persisted in rising to their feet and stood spell- 
bound by the wondrous spectacle. On the National centre there was 
little chance for shelter of any kind ; horses and men were blown to 
atoms beside their guns, caissons were exploded and shattered ; but as 
fast as one battery was crippled or disabled another came up at full 
gallop to take its place, and the bloody work went on. A constant 



44 THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG. 

line of stretchers bore mutilated bodies to the rear, and sounds of agony 
filled the stifling summer air. 

The monotony of this passive endurance grew painful. The men 
longed for the cannonading to cease, although they knew that a more 
deadly storm of bullets would be their portion when the giant weapons 
had exhausted their energy. It is harder to quietly endure a distant 
fire than it is to meet the whistling bullets at short range and with 
some chance of making a fair return for them. 

By degrees the artillery firing decreased on both sides, until all was 
again quiet. General Hunt's idea was to delude Lee into the belief 
that our ammunition was exhausted, and in this it seems he was par- 
tially successful ; for, after a brief lull that was far more appalling than 
the tempest that preceded it, Lee formed his battalions for a last grand 
assault. By this time the sun had dispersed the heavy clouds of vapor 
that hung over the valley, and the confederate lines could be seen 
forming before the belt of timber shading the slope of Seminary Ridge. 

It was nearly four o'clock when, " with banners high advanced" 
and courage that seemed to foretell success, Longstreet's valiant troops 
moved forward to the assault. The chief point of attack was our left 
center, held by Hancock's Second corps, which had all along been the 
weakest position in the Union line. Lee, thinking that he had silenced 
our guns, had high hopes of breaking through Hancock's line and 
turning our position. He had concentrated his heaviest artillery fire 
upon this point, and now he had massed the flower of Longstreet's and 
Hill's corps for a grand assault upon it. 

Pickett's rash charge. 

It was a grand and thrilling spectacle. The enemy came out of the 
woods as though for a dress parade. Three lines deep they were — 
formed in column by brigades. Pickett, with his fresh division of 
Virginians, was in the van, Garnett's and Kemper's brigades in front 
and Armistead's in the rear. To the right of Pickett's advanced line 
marched Wilcox's brigade of Hill's corps; and on Pickett's left was 
Heth's division of Hill's corps, under command of General Pettigrew. 
The latter was somewhat in the rear of Armistead. 

The hostile force extended for almost a mile, and numbered some 
sixteen thousand men. From their starting point to Hancock's breast- 
works was a full mile. The assailants were obliged to descend one hill, 
cross a valley, and ascend another hill in order to reach the goal for 
which they were striving. It seemed like sheer madness, and so it 
proved to be. A hundred cannon are trained upon the valley through 
which these men must pass, and many thousand muskets may fling 



AT THE " BLOODY ANGLE." 45 

death and destruction upon them before they shall have a chance to 
strike a blow. But if they feel dismayed they show it not. On they 
come. The batteries behind them are strangely silent as these brave 
men sweep across the lowlands in grand and grim array ; but Lee's 
batteries have grown dumb only for lack of powder and ball. True, 
a few of his guns keep up a random fire, but the issue of the day hangs 
solely upon the valor and endurance of the picked army now marching 
in regular order across the plain below. 

On they come ! and when within short rifle range Hunt opens 
upon them with all his energy. The guns which Lee thought to b&tooth- 
less and exhausted are charged with grape and canister, and play 
awful havoc in the hostile ranks. While Hazard opens on their front 
McGilvery and the batteries on Round Toj) play on the flank. But 
the bloody gaps are quickly closed up, and on they come ! 

But the terrible enfilading fire from our left gradually drives the 
rebel columns toward the north. Doubleday, with his division of the 
First, is supporting Gibbon, and as Pickett's right comes opposite to 
Gibbon's left, Doubleday detaches Stannard's brigade of Vermonters 
and hurls them forward to strike Pickett on the right flank. The 
Green Mountain boys rush down and take possession of a little grove 
in front, from which they pour volley after volley upon the exposed 
flank of the enemy. At the same time a portion of the main body 
reach a point within pistol shot of Gibbon's division, which is partially 
sheltered behind a stone wall. Gibbon and his officers move coolly up 
and down their lines directing and encouraging the men. " Hold your 
fire, boys !" says the brave Gibbon. " They are not near enough yet. 
Wait until you can count the buttons on their coats !" 

The supreme moment has come. A sudden sheet of flame runs 
along the stone wall, and the first line disappears like a wreath of mist. 
But the second line springs forward, delivers a withering volley, and 
comes on with a wild cheer. Stannard's muskets tear the life out of 
the doomed battalions, while the cannon on Round Top and Cemetery 
Ridge blow them to atoms. Some of Pickett's men, seeing the utter 
hopelessness of their brave endeavor, throw down their arms and give 
up the struggle; but the main line rushes on with terrible earnestness. 
One battery, that of Woodruff, is so placed that it enfilades the Vir- 
ginians with canister at short range, and even these dare-devils 
recoil before it. 

AT THE " BLOODY ANGLE." 

Still carried toward their own left by the terrible fire on their r.ight, 
Pickett's brave men at last confront the redoubtable brigade of General 



46 THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG. 

Owen, now under command of General Alexander Webb. There are 
three battle scarred regiments of veterans in this brigade — the Sixty- 
ninth Pennsylvania — " Paddy Owen's Regulars" — the Seventy-first 
Pennsylvania — Colonel Baker's old " California regiment," now under 
Colonel R. Penn Smith — and the Seventy-second Pennsylvania, under 
Colonel Baxter. Upon General Webb and his noble brigade now 
devolved a stern and desperate duty, Pickett's men had reached the 
Emmittsburg road and liad scaled the fence. Up to this point their 
form and alignment had been well maintained, butastliey crossed the 
pike they lost their regular formation and came on in a tumultuous 
mob, shouting like demons and pouring in a rapid fire from their 
muskets. The Sixty -ninth and Seventy-first regiments were posted on 
the hillside, about a quarter of a mile from the pike, and were 
protected by a low stonewall and a light breastwork. As the enemy 
come on, with demoniac sliouts, the artillery in the rear play upon 
them with a storm of deadly missiles, and the rifies of the Seventy- 
second, posted on the crest, add their bullets to those of the regiments 
in front. But the advancing host comes boldly on ! Their ranks are 
torn and decimated by the withering fire, but they laugh at the 
whistling bullets and sneer in the face of the White Terror stalking 
in their midst. A fiery leaden sleet beats upon them from the stone 
wall, from the crest above, and from the batteries on all sides, but they 
heed it not. On they come! The regiments in front, appalled by 
such a reckless disregard of life, fall back upon the Seventy-second, 
and in an instant the Starry Cross waves above the stone wall. The 
retreating regiments rally and recover, and the crest is held. But 
again it is hand to hand — man to man — each for himself — and so these 
brave men fight it out. Regimental organization is to a great extent 
lost, but individual courage remains, and every man on both sides 
makes for himself an imperishable record in the history of heroic 
achievements. 

Pickett's supports have failed him. Pettigrew has been destroyed, 
and Wilcox has failed to come up. Hancock, notwithstanding his 
terrible wound, is still directing the movements of his men and their 
supporters, revealing all the qualities of a great field commander. 
Reinforcements are hurried to the support of Webb, and two of 
Stannard's Vermont regiments again assail Pickett's beleaguered 
riglit. The valorous Virginians have done all that men could do, and 
the handful now remaining give up the unequal struggle. They fling 
down their arms and hold up their hands in token of submission. 
Some seek safety in flight. 

Meantime, Wilcox, advancing tardily and alone, has been set upon 



CAPTURED BY A "LOUISIANA TIGER." 47 

and almost destroyed, his attack proving a complete failure. The 
remnants of Pickett's and Wilcox's forces fly swiftly back to the woods 
whence they came, and the Union guns cut them to pieces as they 
go, Pettigrew has shared the same fate, and the whole assault has 
utterly failed. The Union victory is complete. 

In front of Hancock's lines the field is cumbered with bodies of the 
slain, and the hillside is piled with mangled corpses. At the " bloody 
angle," where the rival forces contested the possession of the stone 
wall, the dead lay in heaps, the blue intermingled wdth the gray. It 
was an awful tribute to the valor of the American Soldier. 

One of the closing scenes of this memorable conflict was the brilliant 
charge of Crawford, with his Pennsylvania Reserves, u])on a portion 
ot Longstreet's corps which was posted in the wheat field opposite 
Little Round Top. The reserves had made many a brilliant charge 
before that evening, but this one was full of the dash of victory, and 
was one of the most effective ever made by this dashing organization. 

During the day there were a number of severe cavalry engagements 
on the flanks of the army. Kilpatrick, on the left, had held the enemy 
well in hand, and prevented Hood and McLaws from executing their 
threatened attack on our left flank, which movement, had it been 
skillfully and vigorously executed, might have wrought ruin to our 
army. The value of the service rendered by our cavalry on the last 
day of the battle has never been appreciated, being overshadowed by 
the more important operations of the main army. 

The Union loss during the three days at Gettysburg was 23,180, 
including killed, wounded and missing; while Lee's losses footed up 
over 40,000, or nearly one-half of his whole army. 



CAPTURED BY A " LOUISIANA TIGER." 




f|HEN Robinson's division of the First Corps was driven 
back through Gettysburg on that fatal July 1st, some of 
the soldiers on the extreme right were cut off" from the 
main body and forced to beat a personal retreat through 
the town, which by that time was filled with confederate troops. 
Among this number of unfortunates was Lieutenant S. G. Boone, 
of Company B, Eighty-eighth Pennsylvania Volunteers, who, after 
fighting bravely all the morning, was at last gathered in by the 
enemy. 

Lieutenant Boone has kindly favored us with a very interesting 
account of his capture, which we give here in his own words : 



48 



CAPTURED BY A " LOUISIANA TIGER. 



I reached Gettysburg in safety, but in my attempt to get to high 
ground — Cemetery Hill — where, judging by the nature of the situation 
I knew a stand would be made, I kept too much to my left. I got 
well into town, but was checked for a few moments in the yard oi 




what appeared to be a church, fronting on a street running east and 
west, the enemy's infantry having possession of Baltimore street, the 
next one on my left. Hoke's and Hay's rebel brigades, it appears, 
were in excess of what was necessary to confront our army ; and 
coming in on the right flank of the Eleventh corps, they entered the 



IN THE tiger's CLAWS, 49" 

east side of the town, with little opposition, evidently with the pur- 
pose of cutting off our retreat. In this they are partially successful. 
I was not aware of the presence of the enemy in this locality, and 
came near running straight into their hands. Standing against the 
fence and against the building above mentioned, and lying around on 
the grass, were numbers of small arms — evidence that many of our 
troops had taken shelter in the building. A few like myself were 
watching an opportunity to cross the street. I had not long to wait. 
A brave fellow who had reached the open gate ahead of me suddenly 
darted across the street amid a perfect shower of bullets from Baltimore 
street. 

This was my opportunity, and before they could re-charge their 
pieces I followed, and also crossed in safety. I soon reached high 
ground in the southern suburbs of the town, from where I could see 
a short distance ahead of me, our retreating troops cutting across in a 
diagonal direction from Washington street on my right, to the junc- 
tion of the Emmittsburg road and Baltimore street on the left, moving 
toward Cemetery Hill. As the troops were not interfered with, I con- 
cluded that I had got far beyond range of the force which had checked 
me before, and considered it safe to make a fresh effort to join our 
troops. But my powers of endurance were now nearl}'' exhausted. 
After crossing one fence of an intervening lane, I attempted to cross- 
the other, but my strength failed me and I fell back into the lane. 

A breathing spell of a few moments revived me enough to gather 
myself up and continue my retreat. I ran down the lane, which ended 
against a board fence. One of the boards had been removed, and I 
crept through this opening, ran down through the garden of a house 
fronting on Baltimore street and passed along the side or private alley 
with the intention of joining my comrades, whom I could have reached 
in from two to three minutes later. 

IN THE tiger's CLAWS. 

But fate decreed otherwise. An ominous silence seemed to pervade 
this locality. There was no firing, and our troops were permitted to 
come into the street unopposed ; but neither friend nor foe could be 
seen on the street between my position and the point where our 
retreating troops were coming into Baltimore street. I cautiously 
approached the street line with the intention of looking to my left to 
see if the way was clear before venturing out, and the instant I put 
my head beyond the building line, I came face to face with one of the 
most desperate soldiers in the confederate army, a " Louisiana Tiger," 
^ne of those dare-devil confederates who charged up Cemetery Hill 



50 



CHOOSING BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH. 



the next day (July 2) and engaged in a hand to hand conflict among 
our batteries. He had been creeping along close to the houses to get 
a good shot at the fleeing Yankees. 

For an instant we both stood transfixed. Neither of us knew which 
was the victor and which was the vanquished ; but it required only 
about three seconds to decide that question, as he was evidently pre- 
pared to fire when we met, having his musket full cocked and at a 
" ready." I had no side arms except my sword, and this was in the 
scabbard at the time. Terror was depicted on his countenance, but 
he was quick to notice that I was unprepared to defend myself; he 




BEFORE SEEING ACTIVE SERVICE. 



jumped away far enough to bring his piece to bear on me, and quick 
as a flash leveled it at my breast, very excitedly ordered me to 
" surrender I" 



CHOOSING BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH. 

Soldiers, you remember how, at the commencement of hostilities in 
1861, many of us were armed to the teeth. Our belts were stuck full 
of huge bowie knives, daggers, revolvers, etc., and we, as many 
expressed it, resembled " walking arsenals," or " banditti chiefs ;" how 
in our patriotic outbursts we solemnly declared that we would " fight 
until the last armed foe expired," and never surrender under any 



GENERAL THOMAS W. SWEENEY AT SHILOH. 51 

circumstances, but prefer death in the field rather than capture. Oh, 
we were brave ! But we said all this at home. Well, I was one of 
these. By and by we faced the stern realities of war. We met a foe 
worthy of our steel, and thousands upon thousands of us submitted to 
the inevitable. 

When a death-dealing musket in the hands of your most deadly 
enemy, with finger on trigger, is suddenly and unexpectedly pointed 
directly at you, with the black muzzle only about four feet from your 
breast, just a little beyond your reach, and ready to belch forth fire 
and lead enough to send you into eternity the next instant, and you 
are ordered, in a determined manner, to surrender, you don't say : 
" Hold on there, I said so and so before I left home !" You suddenly 
forget that you ever were brave. I am now speaking from experience. 
It is hard to acknowledge defeat, but the above case was mine 
exactly. Had we met on equal footing, both prepared or both unjDre- 
pared, even in my exhausted condition, I should certainly have con- 
tested for the mastery. As it was, the chances were all against me. 
My life was in his hands, but I asked no mercy of him. It was 
impossible to retreat, and I had the choice of being shot down or 
being captured, and I chose the latter, as any one else would have 
done under the circumstances. 



GENERAL THOMAS W. SWEENEY AT SHILOH. 



^pONSPICIOUS among the heroes of Shiloh's bitterly contested 
kM^^ field was Brigadier-general Thomas W. Sweeney, whose 



coolness, bravery and marvellous escapes were the talk of the 
whole army. This gallant ofiicer, who had lost one arm in 
Mexico, received a mini^ bullet in the remaining arm, and another 
in his foot, while his horse fell, pierced by no less than seven 
bullets. Almost fainting from loss of blood, he was lifted upon 
another horse, and remained in the field all day. During the progress 
of the battle. General Sweeney was at one time unable to determine 
whether a battery, whose men were dressed in blue, were Union or 
confederate. Leaving his command, he rode at an easy gallop straight 
at the battery in question, and when within a hundred yards he saw 
that it was manned by confederates. Wheeling his horse a half-circle, 
Sweeney rode back at the same easy pace. Not a single shot was fired 
at him during this performance, so much was the respect of the con- 
federates excited by the daring act. 



52 THRILLING ADVENTURE OP A SPY. 

TWO MARVELLOUS STORIES. 




PRIVATE in General Sigel's command, tells the following 
tale which is " important, if true," viz : *' I was loading 
and firing during the engagement at Carthage, while lying 
flat upon my face, in order to avoid the bullets of the enemy 
which were flying about like 'cisco' bugs in full bloom. While 
in this position, a shot from one of the rebels' six-pounders struck 
the ground right beside me, ploughed through underneath me, 
came out of the other side and went on as lively as ever. It didn't 
inconvenience me in the least, except that the raising of the ground 
flopped me over on my back before I had time to wink twice. I wasn't 
scared at all — certainly not; hadn't time to be." 

This story seems like a fairy tale, but the next one is vouched for: 
A captain of artillery asserts that one of his men had both legs cut 
off by a round shot from the enemy ; but that he raised himself up on 
the stumps, rammed the charge home in his gun, withdrew the ramrod, 
and then fell back dead. 



THRILLING ADVENTURE OF A SPY. 



^T was a dark night. Not a star on the glimmer. The spy had 
^P^ collected his quotum of intelligence, and w^as on the move for 

^ the Northern lines. He was approaching the banks of a stream 
whose waters had to be crossed, and had then some miles to 
traverse before he could reach the pickets of the Union troops. A 
feeling of uneasiness began to creep over him ; he was on the outskirt 
of a wood fringing the dark waters at his feet, whose presence could 
scarcely be detected but for their sullen murmurs as they rushed 
through the gloom. The wind sighed in gentle accordance. He 
walked forty or fifty yards along the bank. He then crept on all-fours 
along the ground and groped with his hands. He paused — he groped 
again — his breath thickened, perspiration oozed from every pore, and 
he was prostrated with horror ! He had missed his landmark, and 
knew not where he M^as. Below or above, beneath the shelter of the 
bank, lay the skiff he had hidden ten days before when he commenced 
his operations among the followers of Jeff. Davis. 

As he stood gasping for breath, with all the unmistakable proofs of 
his calling about him, the sudden cry of a bird or plunging of a fish 
would act like magnetism on his frame, not wont to shudder at a 
shadow. No matter how pressing the danger may be. if a man sees 



THRILLING ADVENTURE OF A SPY. 



53 



an opportunity for escape, he breathes with freedom. But let him be 
surrounded by darkness, impenetrable at two yards' distance, within 
rifle's length of concealed foes, for what knowledge he has to the con- 
trary ; knowing, too, with painful accuracy, the detection of his presence 
would revvard him with a sudden and violent death, and if he breathes 
no faster, and feels his limbs as free and his spirits as light as when 
taking a favorite promenade, he is more fitted for a hero than most. 
In the agony of that moment — in the sudden and utter helplessness 




BUSH-WHACKERS. 



he felt to discover his true bearings — he was about to let himself gently 
into the stream, and breast its current, for life and death. There was 
no alternative. The Northern pickets must be reached in safety before 
the morning broke, or he would swing between heaven and earth 
from some green limb of the black forest in which he stood. 

At that moment the low, sullen bay of a bloodhound struck his ear. 
The sound was reviving — the fearful stillness broken. The uncertain 
dread flew before the certain danger. He was standing to his middle 
in the shallow bed of the river, just beneath the jutting banks. After 
a pause of a few seconds he began to creep mechanically and stealthily 
down the stream, followed, as he knew from the rustling of the grass 
and frequent breaking of twigs, by the insatiable brute ; although by 



64 



TIIlilLLING ADVENTURE OF A SPY. 



certain uneasy liowls lie felt assured tlie beast was at fault. Something 
struck against the spy's breast, lie could not i)revent a slight cry 
from escaping him, as, stretching out his hand, he grasped the gunwale 
of a boat moored beneath the bank. Between surprise and joy he felt 
half choked. In an instant he had scrambled on board and begun to 
search for the painter in the bow, in order to cast her from her fastenings. 
Suddenly a bright ray of moonlight — the first gleam of hope in that 
black night— fell directly on the spot, revealing the silvery stream, his 




'the tenacious wretch gavp: a wild, convulsive leap.' 



own skiff (hidden ten days before), lighting the deep shadows of the 
verging wood, and on the log half buried in the bank, and from which 
he had that instant cast the line that had bound him to it, the supple 
form of the crouching bloodhound, his red eyes gleaming in the moon- 
light, jaws distended, and poising for the spring. With one dart the 
light skiff was yards out in the stream, and the savage after it. With 
an oar the spy aimed a blow at his head, which, however, he eluded 
with ease. In the effort thus made, the boat careened over towards 



HOW JIM LOST HIS SWEETHEART. 55 

hie antagonist, who made a desperate effort to get his forepaws over 
the side, at the same time seizing the gunwale witli his teetli. 

Now or never was the time to get rid of the accursed brute. The 
spy drew liis revolver, and placed the muzzle between the beast's eyes, 
but hesitated to fire; for that one report might bring on him a volley 
from the shore. Meantime the strength of the dog careened the frail 
craft so much that the water rushed over the side, threatened to swamp 
her. He changed his tactics, tlirew his revolver into the bottom of 
the skiff, and grasping his " bowie," keen as a Malay creese, and glittering 
as he released it from the sheath, like a moonbeam on the stream. In 
an instant he had severed the sinewy throat of the hound, cutting 
through the brawn and muscles to the nape of the neck. The 
tenacious wretch gave a wild, convulsive leap half out of the water, 
then sank, and was gone. 

Five minutes' pulling landed the spy on the other side of the river, 
and in an hour after, without further accident, he was among friends, 
encompassed by the Northern lines. 




HOW JIM LOST HIS SWEETHEART. 

^0 sir I" said the old Major, with considerable emphasis. " When 
a soldier tells you that he was never scared in battle, you 
make up your mind that he is either taking liberties with 
the truth or else he was never under fire. It's all right 
after you receive a volley or two, and find that you aren't dead ; 
you recover a little of your courage, and then when you get 
well warmed up you stop thinking about the bullets. But when they 
first begin to come at you, or when you see a battery coming up into 
position to drop shells all over you — that's the time you wish you was 
safe at home. With some good and brave men the temptation to 
skedaddle at such a time was almost irresistible. 

'* Why, I know a first class officer, who is and always was a brave 
man, who yielded to this temptation and broke for the rear the first 
time his regiment came into action. He came near being court- 
martialed for it too, but after making a public apology to his regi- 
ment he was allowed to retain his rank and position, and thereafter 
he could always be found in the front when there was any fighting to 
be done. He came through the war all right, and now he is one of 
the ' boss ' G. A. R. men of the old Keystone State. 

"But Jim Bennett, of our regiment, was not so lucky. His cow- 
ardice cost him the hand of one of the loveliest young ladies you ever 



56 



HOW JIM LOST HIS SWEETHEART. 



saw. It happened in this way: Jim, you know, was a mighty good« 
looking young fellow along about 1861, and he was engaged to the 
belle of his neighborhood. Well, war's wild alarums were sounded, 
and Jim just let them sound until about July, 1864, when he finally 
enlisted, and was assigned to our regiment. 

" The first real fighting Jim saw was at Cedar Creek, under Sheridan, 
but I am afraid he didn't really see much of that, for shortly after the 
battle opened Jim disappeared and wasn't to be seen for three days. 







^^4- 









FORDING A VIEGINIA CREETC. 



When he did turn up he was a sioht. He was covered with mud, and 
slime and ooze, and looked as if he had lived in a swamp all his life. 
The battle was all over, and everything squared around. I asked Jim 
where he had been, and he looked might}' sheepish when he replied, 
* Well, Captain, I'll tell you. I got all broke up somehow when that 
fuss started, and I got back and crawled into a hollow log down by 
the stream and lay there just as quiet as I knew how. I never did 
like the idea of getting killed anyway, and I just made up my mind 
that I would rather be a live coward than a dead hero.' 

"Of course the story leaked out, and it got to Jim's girl's ears before 
he reached home. She was quite indignant. 

" * What would have become of our beloved country if all the soldiers 
bad acted like you did ?' she demanded. 



A PROPHETIC PRESENTIMENT. 57 

" * Couldn't,' said Jim. ' Weren't logs enough.' 

" But she broke the engagement anyhow, and married a soldier who 
had lost one arm and gained a great appetite for whiskey. Poor girl, 
she was sorry afterwards. 

" But the best joke on Jim occurred the other day. Jim is a great 
G. A. R. boy, and likes to wear a bronze button. Nothing pleases him 
so much as to have a friend salute him and call him ' comrade.' The 
other day a man caught on to the button, and asked Jim what Post 
he belonged to. 

"'Post 42/ said Jim. 

" 'Hold on, Jim,' said Jack Bates, who was with him, ' You don't 
mean Post 42 — you mean Log 42.' 

" Funny they can't let that old story die out on Jim." 



A PROPHETIC PRESENTIMENT. 




^HILE Col. Osterhaus was gallantly attacking the centre 
of the enemy on the second day of the. battle of Pea 
Ridge, Ark., a sergeant of the Twelfth Missouri requested 
the captain of his company to send his wife's portrait, 
which he had taken from his bosom, to her address in St. Louis, 
with his dying declaration that he thought of her in his last 
moment. 

" What is that for ?" asked the captain. " You are not wounded, 
are you ?" 

" No," answered the sergeant ; " but I know I shall be killed to-day. 
I have been in battle before, but I never felt as I do now. A moment 
ago I became convinced my time had come, but how, I cannot tell. 
Will you gratify my request ? Remember, I speak to you as a dying 
man." 

" Certainly, my brave fellow ; but you w^ill live to a good old age 
with your wife. Do not grow melancholy over a fancy or a 
dream." 

" You will see," was the response. 

The picture changed hands. The sergeant stepped forward to the 
front of the column, and the captain perceived him no more. 

At the camp-fire that evening the oflBcer inquired for the sergeant. 
He was not present. He had been killed three hours before by a 
grape-shot from one of the enemy's batteries. 



NAVAL BATTLE AT MEMPHIS. 




^^^jjp^^RIOR to June G, 1802, Commodore Montgomery, com- 
^rA\(^M' niiinding the rebel fleet at Memphis, boldly announced 
that when the proper time came he would simply anni- 
hilate the Yankee ilotilla which menaced that city, and 
work up the shattered remains of their destroyed vessels 
into toothpicks and other mementos of a glorious 
Southern victory. 
Before noon on the day above named, the gallant Commodore was 
fleeing in great haste through the swamps on the Arkansas side of the 
river, his flagship run ashore, her consorts destroyed, and the city of 
Mcni}>his left entirely to the tender mercies of the foe he had so easily 
thrashed — verbally, and at a safe distance. 

Viewed from "Yankee" standpoint, the fight was a glorious one. 
Out of eight liostile vessels, seven were captured, sunk or destroyed : 
while only one of our vessels was much damaged, and only two persons 
were injured, and these but slightly. 

ADVANCING TO THE ATTACK. 

We had seven vessels, of which five were gunboats — the Benton 
(flagship), Cairo, Louisville, Carondelet and St. Louis — and two rams 
— the Queen of the West and the Monarch. This flotilla left its 
moorings, about four miles above Memphis, at half past four in the 
morning and steamed leisurely toward the city. The morning was 
bright and beautiful, and in due time the city lay before the " invaders," 
reposing gracefully upon the blufl' above the broad Father of Waters. 

The stream was clear of all craft — not even a skiff or a canoe to be 
seen. The officers began to think that the Quixotic Montgomery had 
departed without an invitation ; the sailors, feeling sure of their 
supremacy, were very fearful lest there should be no fight after all, 
and they prayed, in their peculiar and forcible nautical style, that the 
rebel vessels should show themselves and take another good thrashing 
such as they got a month before at Fort Pillow. 

The sailors' prayers were answered. 

When the gunboats were abreast the upper part of the city the boats 
.of the enemy were discovered iu a slight bend of the river a mile or 
,58) 



BATTLE OF THE RAMS. 61 

more below. Tlie sailors gave a grateful shout and our vessels kept 
steadily on. Tlie enemy started forward to meet thenu 

At this juncture Commodore Davis concluded that he didn't want 
to fight before breakfast, so he ordered the five vessels under his com- 
mand to retire up the river ; and the enemy, perceiving his movement, 
evidently believed that our forces were anxious to avoid a conflict, 
and became emboldened accordingly. 

As our vessels slowly withdrew the enemy followed ; and shortly the 
flagship Little Kebel fired a shot at the Cairo, which was in the van, 
but without eff'ect; and then a second and a third, at short intervals 
and with equally bad aim. This insolence was intolerable, and Com- 
modore Davis ordered an advance. 

Our fleet again moved forward, with the Benton (flagship, Captain 
Phelps) and the Louisville (Captain Dove) leading, followed by the 
Cairo (Captain Bryant) the Carondelet (Captain Walke) and the St. 
Louis (Captain McGunnigle) in the rear. 

In addition to the flagship Little Rebel the hostile fleet was made 
up of the gunboats Bragg, Jefi:' Thompson, Lovell, Sumter and Van 
Dorn, and the rams Beauregard and Price. 

The Cairo opened up with three shots in rapid succession, directed 
at the rebel flagship, but the aim was inaccurate and no damage was 
done. The Carondelet and Louisville then joined in, and were answered 
by a deep bass roar from the Bragg, Price, Lovell and Thompson on 
the other side. In less than five minutes both fleets were engaged in 
a most lively action, and every vessel was pouring out an iron hail 
from each port-hole. The river and sky trembled and shook beneath 
the awful roar, and dense smoke enveloped the scene. 

Occasionally a stiff" breeze lifted the curtain of black vapor so that 
the combatants could be distinguished, but after the first few minutes 
of the engagement the boats were frequently obscured from each other 
as well as from the anxious observers on the shore. 

At the expiration of twenty-five minutes the fleets were still half a 
mile apart and firing heavily. A number of shots had taken effect on 
the enemy's boats, but ours were still untouched. 

BATTLE OF THE RAMS. 

Just at this time the two Union rams. Monarch and Queen of the 
West, in charge of Colonel Ellet, appeared around a bend of the river 
and rapidly bore down toward the scene of combat. The enemy, per- 
ceiving these two new foes, and evidently respecting their prowess, pre- 
pared to retreat, and none too soon, for in a few moments the rams 
were on hand and ready for action. 



62 



IJAVAL BATTLE AT MEMPHIS. 



Throwing up an angry swell from her bow, the Queen of the 
West darted straight at the rebel ram Beauregard, which fired at 
her plucky opponent four times, but without effect, although the dis- 
tance was only a few hundred yards. Seeing that the ram was coming 
boldly on and that a collision was inevitable, the rebel pilot endeavored 
to elude his agile adversary, and by adroit steering he managed to do 




COMMODORE A. H. FOOTE. 

so. The Queen of the West passed harmlessly by the Beauregard aa 
she swung out of harm's way ; but the Queen was not to be denied and 
without a moment's delay she dashed at the Price, striking her heavily 
on the wheel-house before she could make a move, and tearing away 
a large portion of her side. 

By this time the Beauregard had swung around and made a vicious 
plunge toward her late adversary, the Queen of the West, which now 



BATTLE OF THE RAMS. 



63 



lay between her and tlie damaged Price ; but the wily ram reversed 
her engines, receded a few yards and the collision was averted. The 
Price, being in a sinking condition, was run over to the Arkansas shore 
and beached, her officers and crew escaping through the swamps. 




The Beauregard's next attack on the Queen was more successful, and 
the latter received a heavy blow on the side that made her timbers 
crack and caused a considerable leakage. This all happened at a point 



64 NAVAL BATTLE AT MEMPHIS. 

where the water was deep and for a moment it looked as though the 
ram would go to the bottom, when the Monarch came to the rescue of 
her consort and dealt a death blow to the Beauregard by giving her a 
hard punch in the bow that speedily sent her to the bottom of the 
river. She went down in seventy-five feet of water, with a white flag 
fiving from her masthead. The Monarch now returned to the Queen 
and towed her to a place of safety in shallow water. 

GALLANTRY AND HUMANITY OF THE UNION TARS. 

Meantime the gunboats on both sides had maintained a continual 
fusillade, and now came up nearer together and redoubled their can- 
nonading, until there was one continuous, loud, deafening roar. The 
Benton coming within range of the Lovell, Captain Phelps turned 
loose one of his fifty-pound rifled Parrotts, and the conical shell went 
whizzing over the water and struck the Lovell just above the water- 
line, tearing out a fearful hole, through which the water poured 
in torrents. Her crew immediately prepared to abandon the vessel, 
whereupon the Benton sent out her cutter to pick up and save such 
of the enemy as might be recovered from the wreck. The doomed 
vessel, in all her gorgeous holiday attire, sunk in fourteen fathoms of 
water, having previously run up the white flag, and her officers and 
crew were left struggling in the water. The Union cutter picked up 
about a dozen of them, but the remainder strove to escape by swim- 
ming ashore. Some succeeded, but many perished in the attempt or 
were carried down in the wreck. 

The herculean efforts of these brave and loyal seamen to preserve the 
lives of those who had been but a few moments before their avowed 
and bitter enemies, was one of the most touching and beautiful spec- 
tacles ever witnessed in warfare. The wondrous magnanimity of the 
brave crew of the Benton must have had an efl'ect upon the crowds of 
spectators who witnessed the fight from the bluff's above. It proved 
conclusively that the charges of inhumanity and blood-thirstiness 
which the confederates brought against the loyal people of the North 
were utterly false and groundless. 

UTTER DESTRUCTION OF THE REBEL FLOTILLA. 

The flagship Little Rebel had been hit several times and was leaking 
badly. Commodore Montgomery evidently forgot about his intention 
to die in the defense of Memphis, and did not even desire to remain 
long enough to carry out his threat of blowing the Union fleet clear 
out of water; anyhow, he ran his flagship over to the Arkansas shore 
with a good deal more haste than dignity, ran her aground, deserted 



UTTER DESTRUCTION OP THE REBEL FLOTILLA. 



65 



her, and took to the woods without even waiting to set fire to the dis- 
abled hulk. It is said that the Commodore was the first man ashore, 
and that he, the truculent boaster and presumptuous braggart, made 
tracks through the swamp at a rate that would have beaten Maud S. in 
her palmiest days. The Carondelet, which was in hot pursuit of the 
flying Little Rebel, threw a few shells after the fugitives, but it is not 
known that any of them were injured thereby. 




REAR-ADMIRAL D. G. FARRAGnT. 



Probably Commodore Montgomery thought that the South could 
ill-aflford to be deprived of his magnificent services ; and that, although 
he was ready and willing to die for her upon the slightest provocation, 
he would serve his country better by preserving his life for future 
sacrifices. It is a line of argument that most braggarts use. 

The Jeff". Thompson was also disabled by the solid shot from Union 



66 A WEIRD STORY OF ANTIETAM. 

cannon, and was beached and deserted on the Arkansas shore about a 
mile below the city. The Sumter shared an exactly similar fate; also 
the Bragg; so that the Arkansas woods and swamps must have pre- 
sented a most animated appearance that afternoon. The Van Dorn 
fled down the river, pursued by the Cairo and Carondelet, whose officers 
hoped to cripple or capture this last one of the enemy's boats ; but they 
failed to hit her or to overhaul her, so she soon passed out of sight and 
the two Union gunboats returned to the scene of their victory. 

Shortly after the Jeff, Thompson had been beached on the Arkansas 
shore, it was discovered that she had been set on fire by a shell; but 
the flames were extinguished — so it was thought — by a detachment of 
Union sailors in gigs. But later on, after the battle was over, it was 
perceived that she was on fire again. It is not known how the new 
conflagration was started, y)ut it is likely that some of her crew returned 
to her and applied the torch. After burning nearly to the water's 
edge, the flames reached the magazine, when a tremendous explosion 
rent the air, an immense flame shot up into the radiant morning sky, 
while hundreds of sharp detonations were heard half a mile overhead. 
The vessel's shells, thrown skyward with lighted fuses, burst with a 
peculiar crackling sound, resembling the explosion of a pack of fire 
crackers on a colossal scale. 

Looking over the spot where the Jeff", Thompson lay, nothing could 
be seen but a few charred fragments floating idly on the water. She 
had been literally blown to atoms, a worthy fate for a rebel vessel, 
and typical of the destruction of the confederacy. 

The battle lasted just one hour, and was one of the most startling, 
dramatic and memorable engagements of the whole war. 



A WEIRD STORY OF ANTIETAM. 




|NE evening, early in the autumn of 1889, a bevj'' of bright- 
faced ladies were gathered in a well-lighted hall in central 
l^]]^ Illinois, From the cheery tones, and the frequent laughter 
indulged in by the company, it was evident that the 

" Women's Relief Corps " of were having a most satisfactory 

session. But among the number was one whose quiet features showed 
a trace of sadness. She seemed to be absorbed in thought, and did not 
join in the merriment that held full sway around the clieerful circle. 

" Why, Kate," said one of her companions, " what on earth ails 
you to-night? You are as glum and solemn as though you hadn't a 
friend nor an aspiration left in the world. What are you moping 
about, anyway?" 



A WEIRD STORY OF ANTIETAM. 



67 



A sad smile crossed lier pale features as Kate replied : 
" I was thinking, my dear — only thinking; and my thoughts wander 
far from here, and far back to the days when there was little merri- 
ment in Northern homes. Don't you know that this is tlie 17th of 




' Vil'^lr-IJllSi ^''i-,;/;;*' 



September— the anniversary of the great battle of Antietam ? Well, 
on this day, of all in the year, my heart grows heavy with painful 
recollections. It is the aniversary of the saddest day of my life, and 
of the most wonderful experience I have ever had." 



68 A WEIRD STORY OF ANTIEIAM. 

"What was it, Kate? tell us all about it," exclaimed her younger 
companion, while all the rest joined in the request. 

Thus urged, the sad-faced, grayhaired woman told her tale. 

" In 1862, 1 was living, as you know, in my childhood's home among 
the hills of dear old Pennsylvania. My father was a prosperous farmer, 
but had taken up his sword at his country's call, and commanded a 
company in the famous Pennsylvania Reserves. His second lieutenant 
was a son of our nearest neighbor — a young man of great promise, one 
of nature's noblemen. Frank — that was his name — had been my play- 
mate from childhood, and the day he marched away he told me of his 
love and we plighted our affections ere he left my side. 

" Well, kind Providence spared the lives of our dear ones through 
many a' bloody battle, and as my mother and I retired to rest each 
night, we fervently thanked God for his goodness. At last came the 
awful struggle along Antietam creek. For days we had been oppressed 
by an awful dread, as we had heard that a great battle was impending. 
That night, that awful Wednesday night, how well do I remember it! 
my mother and I remained long in earnest conversation. Each knew 
the load that lay upon the other's heart, and tried to cheer each 
other with hopeful words that really added to our apprehensions. At 
length we parted, and I fell asleep upon a pillow wet with tears. 

"At two o'clock I awoke with a sudden start. The room seemed 
dimly lighted, and soon I could discern the form of my beloved stand- 
ing by my bedside, pale as death, his uniform rent and stained with 
mud and gore. I leaped to my feet and exclaimed : 

" ' Oh, Frank ! What is the matter ? ' 

" He answered : 

"'I am dead. Go and tell my mother; then hurry to the field. I 
was mortally wounded, and knew you would grieve less if you should 
find my body. So I crawded up under an old oak tree on the hill to 
die. There you will find me. Make haste and reach the field before 
to-morrow night, for your father is desperately wounded, and if you 
would see him again in life, go at once. Farewell, my darling! ' 

" Then all was dark. I fell to the floor in a swoon. 

" In the early morning we started for the battle-ground. Under the 
old oak tree we found the body of my love, his white face turned to 
heaven, his uniform rent and stained as it had been in my vision. 

"At the hospital we found my father, wounded unto death, and at 
sunset he expired in my mother's arms." 

A solemn hush had fallen over the whole assembly, but ere they left 
the hall, each sister silently embraced the memory -haunted woman 
and mingled with her scalding tears a flood of honest sympathy. 



A scout's first adventure. 69 

A SCOUT'S FIRST ADVENTURE. 




|OWN in the bleak mountain country of East Tennessee; the 
evening was growing late, and the camp-fire was smoulder- 
ing lower and lower, but we still sat round it, for the spell 
of the scout's gift of story-telling we were none of us willing 
tu dissolve. Captain Charlie Leighton had been a lieutenant in a 
Michigan battery at the commencement of the war, but a natural love 
of excitement and restlessness of soul had early prompted him to seek 
employment as a scout, in which he soon rose to unusual eminence. 
He is a man of much refinement, well educated, and of a " quick in- 
ventive brain." The tale I am about to relate is my best recollection 
of it as it fell from his lips, and if there is aught of elegance in its 
diction, as here represented, it is all his own. He had been delight- 
ing us with incidents of the war, most of which were derived from his 
own experience, when I expressed a desire to know something of his 
first attempt at scouting. He willingly assented and commenced his 
yarn ; and I thought that I had never seen a handsomer man than 
Charlie Leighton the scout, as he carelessly lounged there, with the 
ruddy gleams of the dying camp-fire occasionally flickering over his 
strongly marked, intelligent face, and his curling black hair waving 
fitfully in the night wind, which now came down from the mountain 
fresher and chillier. 

THE scout's narrative. 

It happened in Western Virginia. I had been personally acquainted 
with our commander, General R., before the war commenced, and 
having intimated, a short time previous to the date of my story, that 
I desired to try my luck in the scouting service — of which a vast deal 
was required to counteract the guerrillas with w^hich the Blue Ridge 
fairly teemed at that time — one night, late in the fall of the year, I 
was delighted to receive orders to report at his head-quarters. The 
general was a man of few words, and my instructions were brief. 

" Listen," said he. " My only reliable scout, Mackworth, was killed 
last night at the lower ford ; and General F., the rebel commander, has 
his head-quarters at the Sedley Mansion on the Romney road." 

" Very well," said I, beginning to feel a little queer. 

■*I w^ant you to go to the Sedley Mansion," was the cool rejoinder. 

" To go there ! Why, it's in the heart of the enemy's position !" was 
my amazed ejaculation. 

"Just the reason I w'ant it done," resumed the general. "Listen: I 
attack to-morrow at day-break. F. knows it, or half suspects it, and 



70 



THE scout's NARKATIVE. 



will mass either on the centre or the left wing. I must know which. 
The task is thick with danger — regular 'life and death.' Two miles 
from here, midway to the enemy's outposts, and six paces beyond the 




mm 



second mile-stone, are two rockets propped on the inside of a hollow 
stump. Mackworth placed them there yesterday. You are to slip to 
F.'s head-quarters to-night, learn what I want, and hurry back to the 
hollow stump. If he masses on the centre, set off one rocket; if on the 



THE scout's narrative. 71 

left, set off both. This duty, I repeat, abounds with danger. You 
must start immediately, and alone. Will you go?" 

Everything considered, I tliinii I voted in the affirmative quite 
readily, but it required a slight struggle. Nevertheless, consent I did, 
and immediately left the tent to make ready. 

It was near ten o'clock when, having received a few additional words 
of advice from the chief, I set forth on my perilous ride. The country 
was quite familiar to me, so I had little fear of losing my way, which 
was no inconsiderable advantage, I can tell you. Riding slowly at 
first, as soon as I had passed our last outpost, I put spurs to my horse 
(a glorious gray thorough-bred which the general had lent me for the 
occasion) and fled down the mountain at a breakneck pace. It was a 
cool, misty, uncertain night — almost frosty, and the country was wild 
and desolate. Mountains and ravine were the ruling features, with 
now and then that diversification of the broomy, irregular plateau, 
with which our mountain scenery is occasionally softened. I continued 
my rapid pace with but little caution until I arrived at the further 
extremity of one of these plateaux. Here I brought up sharply beside 
a block of granite, which I recognized as the second mile-stone. Dis- 
mounting, I proceeded to the hollow stump which the general had 
intimated, and finding the rockets there, examined them well to make 
sure of their efficiency — remounted, and was away again. But now I 
exercised much more caution in my movements. I rode more slowly, 
kept my horse on the turf at the edge of the road, in order to deaden 
the hoof-beats, and also shortened the chain of my sabre, binding the 
scabbard with my knee to prevent its jingling. Still I was not satis- 
fied, but tore ray handkerchief in two, and made fast to either heel 
the rowel of my spurs, which otherwise had a little tinkle of their own. 
Tiien I kept wide awake, with my eyes everywhere at once, in the hope 
catching a glimpse of some clue or landmark — the glimmer of a camp- 
fire — a tent-top in the moonlight, which now began to shine faintly — 
or to hear the snort of a steed, the signal of a picket — anything to 
guide me or to give warning of the lurking foe. But no : if there had 
been any camp-fires they were dead; if there had been any tents they 
were struck. Not a sign — not a sound. All quiet as the tomb. 

The great mountains rose around me in their mantles of pine and 
hoods of mist, cheerless and repelling, as if their solitude had never 
been broken. The moon was driving through a weird and ragged 
sky, with something desolate and solemn in her haggard face that 
seemed like an omen of ill. And in spite of my efforts to be cheerful, 
I felt the iron loneliness and sense of danger creep through my flesh 
and touch the bones. 



72 THE scout's narrative. 

None but those who have actually experienced it can properly con- 
ceive of the apprehensions which throng the breast of him, howsoever 
brave, who knows himself to be alone in the midst of enemies who are 
invisible. The lion hunter of Abyssinia is encompassed with peril 
when he makes a pillow of his gun in the desert; and our own pioneer 
slumbers but lightly in his new cabin when he knows that the savage, 
whose monomania is vengeance, is prowling the forest that skirts his 
clearing. But the lion is not always hungry ; and even the Indian 
may be conciliated. The hunter confronts his terrible antagonist with 
something deadlier than ferocity. The hand that levels and the eye 
that directs the rifled tube are nerved and fired by " the mind, the 
spirit, the Promethean spark," which, in tliis case, is indeed a " tower 
of strength." And the settler, with promises and alcohol, may have 
won the savage to himself. But to the solitary scout, at midnight, 
every turn of the road may conceal a finger on a hair trigger ; every 
stump or bush may hold a foe in waiting. If he rides through a forest, 
it is only in the deepest shadow that he dares ride upright ; and should 
he cross an open glade, where the starlight or moonshine drops freely, 
he crouches low on the saddle and hurries across, for every second he 
feels he may be a target. His senses are painfully alive, his faculties 
strained to their utmost tension. 

By the way of a little episode, I knew a very successful scout, who 
met his death, however, on the Peninsula, who would always require 
a long sleep immediately after an expedition of peril, if it had lasted 
but a few hours, and had apparently called forth no more muscular 
exertion than was necessary to sit in the saddle. But, strange as it 
may seem, he would complain of overpowering fatigue, and imme- 
diately drop into the most profound slumber. And I have been in- 
formed that this is very frequently the case. I can only attribute it 
to the fact that, owing to the extreme and almost abnormal vivacity — 
I think of no better word — of the faculties and senses, a man on these 
momentous occasions lives twice or thrice as fast as ordinarily ; and the 
usual nerve-play and wakefulness of a day and night may thus be 
concentrated in the brief period of a few hours. 

But to resume : I felt to the full this apprehension, this anxiety, this 
exhaustion, but the knowledge of my position and the issues at stake 
kept my blood flowing. I had come to the termination of the last 
plateau or plain, when the road led me down the side of a ravine, with 
a prospect ahead of nothing but darkness. Here, too, I was compelled 
to make more noise, as there was no sod for my horse to tread on, and 
the road was flinty and rough in the extreme. But I kept on as 
cautiously as possible, when suddenly, just at the bottom of the ravine, 



THE SCOUT S NARRATIVE. 



73 



where the road began to ascend the opposite declivity, I came to a 
dead halt, confronted by a group of several horsemen, so suddenly that 
they seemed to have sprung from the earth like phantoms. 

" Why do you return so slowly ?" said one of them, impatiently. 
" What have you seen ? Did you meet Colonel Craig?" 

For a moment — a brief one — I gave myself up for lost ; but, with 
the rapid reflection and keen invention which a desperate strait will 
sometimes superinduce, I grasped the language of the speaker, and 
formed my plan accordingly. 




FORT SUMTER BEFORE THE BOMBARDMENT. 



" Why do you return so slowly ?" I had been sent somewhere, then. 

" What have you seen ?" I had been sent as a spy, then. 

" Did you meet Colonel Craig?" 

Oho ! I thought, I will be Colonel Craig. No, I won't ; I will be 
Colonel Craig's orderly. So I spoke out boldly — 

" Colonel Craig met your messenger, who had seen nothing, and 
advised him to scout down the edge of the creek for half a mile. But 
he dispatched me, his orderly, to say that the enemy appears to be 
retreating in heavy masses. I am also to convey this intelligence to 
General F." 

The troopers had started at the tones of a strange voice, but seemed 
to listen with, interest and without suspicion. 



74 THE scout's narrative. 

*' Did the Colonel think the movement a real retreat, or only a feint?" 
asked the leader. 

" He was uncertain," I replied, beginning to feel secure and roguish 
at the same time ; " but he bade me to say that he would ascertain ; and 
in an hour or two, if you should see one rocket up to the north there, 
you might conclude that the Yankees were retreating ; if you should see 
two, then you might guess that they were not retreating but stationary, 
with likelihood of remaining inert for another day." 

"Good !" cried the rebel. " Do you know the way to the general's 
quarters ?" 

" I think I can find it," said I ; " although I am not familiar with 
this side of the mountain." 

"It's a mile this side of the Sedley Mansion," said the trooper. 
" You will find some pickets at the head of the road. You must there 
leave your horse, and climb the steep, when you will see a farm-house, 
and fifteen minutes' walk toward it will bring you to the general's tent. 
I will go with you to the top of the road." And setting ofl:' at a gallop, 
the speaker left me to follow, which I hesitated not to do. Now, owing 
to their mistake, the countersign had not been thought of; but the 
next picket would not be likely to swallow the same dose of silence, 
and it was a lucky thing that the trooper led the way, for he would 
reach them first, and I would have a chance to catch the password 
from his lips. But he passed the picket so quickly, and dropped the 
precious syllables so indistinctly, that I only caught the first of them 
— " Tally " — while the remainder might as well have been Greek. 
Tally, tally, tally what? Great heaven! thought I, what can it be? 
Tally, tally — here I am almost up to the pickets — what can it be? 
Tallyho? No, that's English. Talleyrand? No, that's French. God 
help me ! Tally, tally — 

" Tallahassee !" I yelled with the inspiration of despair, as I dashed 
through the picket, and their levelled carbines sank toothless before 
that wonderful spell — the countersign. 

Blessing my stars, and without further mishap, I reached the place 
indicated by the trooper, which was high up on the side of the moun- 
tain — so high that clouds were forming in the deep valley below. 
Making my bridle fast, I clambered with some difficulty the still 
ascending slope on my left. Extraordinary caution was required. I 
almost crept towards the farm-house, and soon perceived the tent of 
the rebel chief. A solitary guard was pacing between it and me — 
probably a hundred yards from the tent. Perceiving that boldness 
was my only plan, I sauntered up to him with as free-and-easy an air 
as I could muster. 



rHE SCOUT'S NARRATIVE. 



75 



" Who goes there ?" 

" A friend." 

" Advance and give the countersign." 

I advanced as near as was safe, and whispered " Tallahassee," with 
some fears as to the result. 

" It's a lie !" said the sentry, bringing his piece to the shoulder in the 
twinkling of an eye. " That answers the pickets, but not me." Click, 
click, went the rising hammer of the musket. 

I am a dead man, thought I to myself; I am a dead man unless the 
cap fails. Wonderful, marvellous to relate, the cap did fail. The 
hammer dropped with a dull, harmless thud on the nipple. With the 




FORT SUMTER AFTER THE BOMRABDMENT. 



rapidity of thought and the stealth of a panther I glided forward and 
clutched his windpipe, forcing him to his knees, while the gun slipped 
to the ground. There was a fierce but silent struggle. The fellow 
could not speak, for my hand on his throat; but he was a powerful 
man, with a bowie-knife in his belt, if he could only get at it. But I 
got it first, hesitated a moment, and then drove it in his midriff to the 
hilt; and just at that instant his grinders closed on my arm and bit 
to the bone. Restraining a cry with the utmost difficulty, I got in 
another blow, this time home, and the jaws of the rebel flew apart with 
a start, for my blade had pressed the spring of the casket. Breathless 
from the struggle, I lay still to collect my thoughts, and listened to 
know if the inmates of the tent had been disturbed. But no ; a light 
was shining through the canvas, and I could hear the low murmur of 



76 THE scout's escape. 

voices from within, which I had before noticed, and which seemed to 
be those of a number of men in earnest consultation. I looked at the 
corpse of the rebel remorsefully. The slouched hat had fallen off in 
the scuffle, and the pale face of the dead man was upturned to the 
scant moonlight. It was a j^oung, noble, and exceedingly handsome 
face, and I noticed that the hands and feet were small and beautifully 
shaped ; while everything about the body denoted it to have been the 
mansion of a gallant, gentle soul. 

Was it a fair fight? did I attack him justly ? thought I ; and in the 
sudden contrition of my heart, I almost knelt to the ground. But the 
sense of my great peril recurred to me, stifling everything else, how- 
ever worthy. I took off the dead man's overcoat and put it on, threw 
my cap away and replaced it with the fallen sombrero, and then 
dragged the corpse behind an outhouse of the farm that stood close by. 
Returning, I picked up the gun, and began to saunter up and down 
in a very commendable way indeed ; but a sharp observer might have 
noticed a furtiveness and anxiety in the frequent glances I threw at 
the tent, which would not have augured well for my safety. I drew 
nearer and nearer to the tent at every turn, until I could almost dis- 
tinguish the voices within ; and presently after taking a most minute 
survey of the premises, I crept up to the tent, crouched down to the 
bottom of the trench, and listened with all my might. I could also see 
under the canvas. There were half a dozen rebel chieftains within, 
and a map was spread on a table in the centre of the apartment. At 
length the consultation was at an end, and the company rose to depart. 
I ran back to my place, and resumed the watchful saunter of the guard 
with as indifferent an air as possible, drawing the hat well over my 
eyes. 

The generals came outside of the tent and looked about a little before 
they disappeared. Two of them came close to me and passed almost 
within a yard of the sentry's body. But they passed on, and I drew 
a deep breath of relief. A light still glimmered through the tent, but 
presently that, too, vanished, and all was still. But occasionally I 
would hear the voice of a fellow sentr3% or perhaps the rattle of a halter 
in some distant manger. 

I looked at my watch. It was two o'clock — would be five before I 
could fire the signal, and the attack was to be at daybreak. 

THE scout's escape. 

Cautiously as before, I started on my return, reaching my horse 
without accident. Here I abandoned the gun and overcoat, remounted 
and started down the mountain. " Tallahassee " let me through the 



THE SCOUT S ESCAPE. 



77 



first picket again, but something was wrong when I cantered down 
the ravine to the troopers to whom I had been so confidentially dis- 
patched by Colonel Craig. Probably the genuine messenger, or per- 
haps the gallant Colonel himself had paid them a visit during my 
absence. At any rate, I saw that something unpleasant was up, but 
resolved to make the best of it. 

" Tallahassee I" I cried, as I began to descend the ravine. 

" Halt, or you're a dead man I" roared the leading trooper. " He's 
a Yank !" " Cut him down I" chimed in the others. 

" Tallahassee I Tallahassee I" I yelled. And committing my soul to 
God, I plunged down the gully with sabre and revolver in either hand. 




I FLED ONWARD, 



Click— bang ! something grazed my cheek like a hot iron. Click- 
bang again ! something whistled by my ear with an ugly intonation. 
And then I was in their midst, shooting, stabbing, slashing and swear- 
ing like a fiend. The rim of my hat flapped over my face from a 
sabre cut, and I felt blood trickling down my neck. But I burst away 
from them, up the banks of the ravine, and along the bare plateau, all 
the time yelling "Tallahassee! Tallahassee I" without knowing why. 
I could hear the alarm spread back over the mountain by halloos and 
drums, and presently the clatter of pursuing steeds. But I fled onward 
like a whirlwind, almost fainting from excitement and loss of blood, 
until I reeled off at the hollow stump. 

^ Fiz, fiz ! one, two ! and my heart leaped with exultation as the rush- 
ing rockets followed each other in quick succession to the zenith, and 
burst on the gloom in glittering showers. Emptying the remaining 
tubes of my pistol at the last pursuer, now but fifty yards off, I was iu 



78 BATTLE OF CEDAR CREEK. 

the saddle and away again without waiting to see the result of my aim. 
It was a ride for life for a few moments ; but I pressed as noble a steed 
as ever spurned the footstool, and as we neared the Union lines the 
pursuit dropped off. When I attained the summit of the first ridge of 
our position, and saw the day break faintly and rosily beyond the pine- 
tops and along the crags, the air fluttered violently in my face, the 
solid earth quivered beneath my leet, as a hundred cannon opened 
simultaneously above, below, and around me. Serried columns of men 
were swinging irresistibly down the mountain toward the opposite 
slope; flying field-pieces were dashing off" into position ; long lines of 
cavalry were haunting the gullies, or hovering like vultures on the 
steep; and the blare of bugles rose above the roar of the artillery with 
a wild, victorious peal. The two rockets had been answered, and the 
veterans of the Union were bearing down upon the enemy's weakened 
centre like an avalanche of fire. 

"So that is all," said the scout, rising and yawning. "The battle 
had begun in earnest. And maybe I didn't dine with General R. 
when it was over and the victory gained. Let's go to bed." 



BATTLE OF CEDAR CREEK. 




[HE authorities at Washington became alarmed about General 
Sheridan early in October 1864, when he was pushing 
Early so hard and fast that he had got beyond telegraphic 
communication. President Lincoln said he was afraid 
Sheridan would make the same error that Cass did in the Indian wars 
— that he would pursue the enemy so hotly and closely that in a little 
while he would pass him and find himself pursued. Summoned to 
Washington for personal consultation, Sheridan left his army under 
command ofXreneral Wright, of the Sixth corps. 

On the night of October 18, while Sheridan was nearing Winchester 
on his return to the army. Early and Longstreet were stealthily 
moving upon the exposed left flank of the Union army, which lay 
along the Shenandoah River. On the opposite side of the river the 
mountain rose abruptly, and there was no expectations of a confed- 
erate attack from that direction. Wright was apprehensive about his 
right flank, and had disposed the bulk of his cavalry so as to protect 
it. General Gordon, commanding a corps under Early, had noted 
this fact during the day, and an early morning attack upon the 
unprotected left was determined upon. 

Long before midnight the rebel columns were moving. So careful 



BATTLE OF CEDAR CREEK. 



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and minute were their arrangements for silence that the canteens 
were taken away from the men lest they should rattle against the 
cartridge-boxes or bayonet-sheaths, and thus alarm the Union pickets. 
The rebels stole around the mountain and down to the river bank in 
single file, for the roadway was nothing more than a bridle path. All 
through the hours of darkness the silent figures moved stealthily upon 
the unconscious foe. One entire brigade of rebel cavalry formed the 
advance guard. 




MAJOE-GENEKAL GEORGE CROOK. 



By dawn of day General Gordon had completed his arrangements 
for the assault, while the Union army was in total ignorance of his 
presence. The Union army — ofiicers and men — rested in the deep 
slumber of absolute security. A weak picket-line exist.ed, to be sure, 
but it was advanced such a short distance that the rebel column crept 
around unnoticed within six hundred yards of the main Union line. 
Some of the pickets did report hearing a sound as of marching troops, 
but the report failed to arouse much apprehension and no attempt at 
reconnoitring was made. 



■80 BATTLE OF CEDAR CREEK. 

At daybreak a heavy fog hung over the valley and through the 
chilly mists came bursting the wild charging yells of the rebel 
infantry. Crook's corps, the Eighth, was first struck, and the extremity 
of his line, taken thus by flank and rear, was doubled up in confusion 
precisely in the same way that Crook had doubled up Early a lew 
weeks previous at Fisher's Hill. The movements of the enemy were 
quick, orderly and overpowering ; they were into our trenches before 
all of Crook's boys could get their muskets loaded. Our troops, thus 
rudely awakened, were dazed and dilatory. In twenty minutes the 
struggle was over, to all intents and purposes. The rebels knew their 
ground perfectly, were well instructed by their officers and handled 
with rare skill. The Eighth corps was soon put to flight; the Nine- 
teenth corps (Emory) next gave way; and then the Sixth, after a sharp 
struggle, was forced to join in the general retreat. The Union officers 
tried to steady and rally their men, but with little avail. The tide of 
runaways swept down the pike toward Winchester. Two dozen pieces 
of artillery were lost, the camps were abandoned, and the whole army 
which, but a day before, was flushed with the prestige of unbroken 
success, was in inglorious retreat. General Wright, who had escaped 
capture only by a hair, tried to rally the fugitives at a point some four 
miles down the valley, and w^as progressing nobly with the work when 
Sheridan himself came upon the scene. 

Sheridan had arrived at Winchester the night before. Early in the 
morning his quick ear had heard the sound of cannon from the direc- 
tion in which his army lay, but it gave him no alarm at the time. 
After an early breakfast he trotted leisurely toward his camps, but 
when a mile from town he encountered the first of the fugitives from 
the lost field. Giving orders that the retreating trains be parked right 
there, Sheridan, attended by a few troopers, struck into a swinging 
gallop that carried him rapidly to the front. The little general was a 
fury on horseback, and as he dashed up the pike his confident bearing 
and cheerful smile brought back the spirits of the fleeing army. As 
he passed along, like a streak of light, the stragglers grew thicker; 
but he reproached none. Swinging his hat with a cheery smile for all, 
he shouted : 

"Face the other way, boys! We are going back to our camps! 
We are going to lick them out of their boots !" 

The effect was electrical. The fugitives halted by squads, by com- 
panies, by regiments. The panic was stayed. The men broke into an 
exultant cheer; even the wounded raised their hoarse voices to salute 
their dashing commander. As Sheridan passed along new formations 
grew up behind him, and soon the flying mob resolved itself into 



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somewhat regular battalions, all now pressing back down the road 
over which they had fled. 

A new line was established and a fresh attack was momentarily 




SHERIDAN AT CEDAR CREEK. 



expected. Sheridan rode up and down the new lines, rectifying and 
solidifying the formation, and everywhere was greeted with swelling 
cheers. 
"Boys, this should never have happened if I had been here," he 



82 BATTLE OF CEDAR CREEK. 

exclaimed as he rode along the lines. "I tell you it never should 
have happened. But we are going back to our camps. We are going 
to get a twist on them ; we'll get the tightest twist on them that 3'ou 
ever saw. We'll have all those camps and cannon back again before 
dark." 

Thus he cheered and animated his men, who had full faith in 
the promised " twist." His commands w^ere victory, his presence was 
inspiration. 




'^^. 



SPECIMENS OF EART.y's ARMY AFTER THE " TWIST." 



The Nineteenth corps was ahead, with the Sixth not far behind. 
Sheridan himself dashed off to Wright and implored him to hurry 
his men up to the support of Emory. 

At three o'clock the victorious enemy fell upon the Nineteenth, but 
this time the " surprise " was on the other side. The troops which 
had yielded at the first touch in the gray dawn, had now become an 
active and aggressive force, and the rebels were repulsed. This good 
news reached Sheridan. " Thank God for that," he responded cheer- 
fully. " Now tell Emory if they attack him again to go right after 
them and follow them up. We'll get a twist on them in a few 
minutes!" 



BATILE OF CEDAR CREEK. 83 

The men heard their commander, and believed him. The demor- 
alization of defeat had vanished. The morale of Sheridan's army was 
restored. 

At four o'clock the orders went forth : " The whole line will advance. 
The Nineteenth corps will move in connection with the Sixth. The 
right of the Nineteenth will swing toward the left." 

For a time the enemy made a strong resistance. The rebels lay 
behind stone walls and impromptu breastworks of rails. The enemy's 
left overlapped Sheridan's right, and in an evil moment the confeder- 
ate commander attempted to swing in on our right flank. This was 
just what Sheridan wanted. As the rebel line bent in towards our 
right, Sheridan threw General McMillan's brigade straight into the 
angle. The boys in blue broke through the hostile ranks, and cut off 
the flanking party. Then Custer's troopers came swooping down 
upon it, and broke it into fragments. The dismayed confederates fled 
or surrendered, according to their individual agility. 

The main Union line simultaneously charged all along the front, 
crowding the rebels back into the creek. The great difficulties of 
crossing added to their panic, and as the steady Union lines came 
sweeping up the rout was made complete. 

Clambering up the opposite bank, the now thoroughly whipped 
rebels continued their headlong flight, and as the shades of evening 
lell the hosts of Custer and Deven, sabers in hand, flung themselves 
upon either flank of the disordered mob. Nearly all the rebel trans- 
portation was captured, and our camps and artillery were regained. 
As far as Fisher's Hill the roads were jammed with all the imjjedimenta 
of a routed army, and prisoners were sent back so fast that the provost 
marshal could hardly provide for them. 

The defeat was utter and decisive. It- was the end of Early's army, 
and the end of campaigning in the Shenandoah valley. 

In this great rally the Eighth Vermont regiment, of the second 
brigade, first division, Nineteenth Corps, covered itself with glory, and 
sustained a percentage of loss rarely if ever equalled in warfare. This 
regiment held the right of Sheridan's new line, and the little General 
was right there, too. Out of 164 men who went into action, onl}^ 54 
escaped ; for 110 were killed and wounded. Out of sixteen commis- 
sioned officers thirteen were killed ; three color-bearers were killed 
and a fourth was mortally wounded. After the engagement General 
Sheridan wrote a letter of thanks to the gallant Eighth, complimenting 
them upon their bravery, which was so conspicuous even upon this 
field of unexampled heroism. The Green Mountain State is justly 
proud of her gallant Eighth regiment. 



84 THE SCOUT S REVENGE. 

THE SCOUT'S REVENGE. 




^IGHT had settled down upon the arm}^ of the Potomac, and 
except in the tent of a general, quiet reigned in the camp. 
The river rolled placidly along, as though no hostile forces 
lined its banks, and Washington looked peaceful, as if no 
devil were trying to pluck some stars from the flag which floated over 
the Capitol. But the measured tramp of the sentinel, and the quick 
low-toned challenge to the straggler hurrying to quarters, told the 
story of the struggle that was going on. 

In the tent of the general, grouped around a small table on which 
were spread maps of the country, sat several officers, eagerly discussing 
a point upon which opinions differed. It was an informal council of 
war, and the officer in command, while he listened carefull}'', refrained 
from giving his judgment in the matter — flattering first this one with 
symptoms of agreement with him, or complimenting that one on the 
clearness of his vie\vs, while he drew from some of the more bashful of 
the party what they thought. 

To none was he more polite than to a young man of fine address, 
whose shoulder-straps claimed for him the rank of colonel. No greater 
contrast could be found than between the faces of the general and his 
subordinate. Both had keen eyes, and would be called handsome men 
anywhere; but the features of the elder wore an open, manly look, 
while those of the younger bore a sinister cast, that did much to destroy 
his otherwise good looks. The colonel was evidently ill at ease, and 
though he returned the polite attentions of the general as a gentleman 
would, he did not venture to meet the steady gaze of the commander. 
Just at the moment the discussion was at the hottest, the sentry 
announced a messenger. " Show him in," said the general, and the 
man entered with a respectful salute. " We will resume this to-morrow, 
gentlemen," he said, bowing to the party, who, taking the hint, imme- 
diately dispersed to their several quarters. " Well, Hardy, what suc- 
cess ?" said the general, turning to the scout who stood leaning on his 
rifle. He was well worth studying — a tall, lean man, w^ith stooping 
shoulders, a face thin and sallow, with rambling legs, but his eyes 
glistened as if on fire. His body, ungainly as it was, gave promise of 
great strength, and the long sweep of his arm, joined to the grasp of 
his immense hand as he caressingly held his weapon to his breast, 
would have warned his foes that it was unsafe to try conclusions with 
him at too close quarters. On every line of his countenance, marked, 
as it was with inexpressible sadness, were written honesty and firm- 
ness, so that you felt that what he said could be trusted. 



THE scout's revenge. 



85^ 



"A leetle, gineral," he said, looking cautiously about. "Be wo 
alone?" he added, in an undertone. 

The general stepped to the door of the tent, but nothing could be- 




seen except the sentry pacing his usual beat. The scout, however, 
was not satisfied, and walking briskly out he approached the rear of 
the tent, when a hasty footstep was heard retreating. He listened 



86 THE scout's revenge. 

carefully, at the same time keeping his trusty rifle ready for use, but 
the footstei^s died away in the distance, and he returned to the tent. 

"Some drunken soldier, Hardy," said the general, a little annoyed 
at the occurence. " It shall be looked to to-morrow." 

" Maybe so," said the scout, leaning on his rifle, and refusing to be 
seated. " Yit his pace war mighty stiddy for a man in liquor." 

" Well, he is gone now, so let us to business," said the general, a 
little testily. 

" Watch D'Arblay, general," said the scout. " He's in high favor 
where I've been to day, and that ain't no great praise for a Union 
man." 

" Did you reach the village, then ?" asked the general, his eyes fixed 
upon Hardy's face. 

" I was there afore twelve o'clock, and by luck fell in with an 
Alabamy regiment. So, as I was real Virginny," and a mocking smile 
lit up the sallow face, " I mixed in with the boys." 

" You are venturesome, Hardy," said the other. " If they catch 
you they will show no mercy. Already your name is known the 
country round, and a reward offered for you." 

" They can't hurt me no worse than they hev, gineral. I went by 
the homestead to-day, and the ashes are there yet. The fire that 
burned the old place went into my heart, and I ain't afraid of being 
ketched till my work's done." 

" Do they know how strong we are in this place ?" asked the general. 

" To a man, gineral. And they're a chuckling mightily over it. 
'Tain't no secret at all, and they don't make no bones of saying they 
hev good friends in your camp. Did I tell you to watch D'Arblay, 
gineral ?" and the scout fingered the lock of his rifle, looking out 
upon the white city which lay before him. 

Suddenly he started and threw himself in the shadowof the curtain 
which hung at the door of the tent. A moment he stood so, and then, 
swiftly bringing his rifle to his shoulder, a quick report was heard, 
and Hardy turned to the tent. 

The startled sentry hastened to inquire the cause, but the imper- 
turbable old man carelessly exj^lained that he had only fired off his 
load, and, as his eccentricity was well known, that ended it. But he 
bent low and whispered to the general, " Keep watch on D'Arblay — 
a close w^atch, gineral," and gave vent to a chuckle that shook his body 
till his bones rattled. 

An hour later and the little camp that lay as an out-post of the 
great army was stirring with new life. No rapid beat to arms roused 
the sleeping soldiers, but swift messengers moved among the white 



THE scout's revenge. 87 

tents, and at their summons the men shook slumber from their eye- 
lids, and eagerly took their positions in the ranks. 

A secret expedition, and at night — of all things the greatest delight 
of a true soldier — so much was clear ; but in what direction, or against 
what force, none knew ; yet the ignorance did not check the undis- 
guised pleasure of the men, as they promptly obeyed the " fall in " of 
the orderly. It was enough that they were in the enemy's country,, 
on soil once sacred, but now desecrated by the footsteps of rebellion, 
and so the blow was effectual, they cared not where it fell. 

With the officers it might be a little different, and some hastening 
to the general's tent for instructions were met by an aid who gave 
hasty information for the marshaling of the forces. No one was 
trusted with the secret of the movement, and they who persistently 
sought the commanding officer found at the entrance of his tent only 
an old man, leaning on his rifle. Those who had been at the council 
readily connected the singular individual with the present movement ; 
while they who for the first time looked upon his tall form, apparently 
bent with age and infirmity, did not dream that this was the scout 
whose deeds were the theme of conversation about the camp-fires, and 
whose escapes puzzled at once both friend and foe. 

Hardy stood watching the gathering of the men with a grim smile 
playing about his lips. To the numerous inquiries that poured in 
upon him he gave no answer save that he knew nothing, and the 
questioner returned no wiser than he came. At last everything was 
ready, and the order given to march. Stealthily creeping out among 
the shadows of the night went a little httnd of fifteen hundred men, 
not one of whom knew whither he was bound. 

Just as the last company left the camp, the general came to the door 
of his tent, and stretched out his hand to the scout. Hardy took it 
like a man who felt himself the peer of an emperor. 

" I have run a great risk. Hardy," he said. " If you have deceived 
me " — he stopped, for even the starlight could not hide the pained 
expression that stole across the scout's face — "or if you have deceived 
yourself, the conseqences may be terrible no less to these brave fellows 
than to me." 

" I hev told you the truth, gineral," he said proudly. " We hev 
fifteen hundred men, and they ain't less than four thousand. It mought 
be a hard fight, but we kin git the best of 'em for all that. But ef 
you've any misgivings, gineral, 'tain't too late yit. It's easy callin' of 
em back again, though the boys looked mighty well pleased at the 
chance for a brush with the critters." 

At this moment there was a halt in the expedition, having reached 



88 THE scout's revenge. 

a fork in the road. The general hastily wrung the scout's hand, and 
as he said hurriedly, " No, no, I trusted you, and will not repent," 
Hardy returned the pressure till the more delicate hand of the officer 
felt as if it were in a vice, and immediately pressed forward to the van 
of the detachment. When he reached it, the road became clear, and 
at the command " forward !" the troops marched on. 

How fared it with the rebels during these stirring matters among 
their enemies ? Peacefully slumbering among the hills, and dream.- 
ing of anything but an attack from a foe they knew to be so inferior 
in numbers. They were a motley lot. For the most part composed 
of that class known as " poor whites " in the South, strangely clad 
and but half disciplined, they w^ould have dispersed from their own 
internal discord, had not their officers restrained them. But the 
officers were vastly superior to the men. Deserters from the Federal 
army, in which they had found both education and subsistence, they 
turned their talents against their country, and gave a life to the 
rebellion it could not have had otherwise. 

On this evening, while the men sat smoking about their fires, alter- 
nately asserting the superiority of their own States and cursing the 
cowardly Yankees, as they called all Federal soldiers, in not very 
choice language, a knot of officers were gathered in consultation. 

"•Has anything been heard from D'Arblay, to-day ?" asked one with 
a colonel's strap upon his shoulders. 

" Nothing," said a captain to whom the question was addressed. 
" Our messenger brought a note from him yesterday that a council of 
war would be held to-night. We shall have word from him to-morrows" 

" Yes, yes, 1 saw it," said the colonel. " I hope they will resolve to 
fight. I'm getting tired of this inaction. Who is this Hardy he cau- 
tions us about? ' 

" One of the enemy's scouts," said the captain. " They tell marvel- 
lous tales of him, and even our tents ring with his exploits. This very 
spot was his farm, and yonder chimney stack the remains of his house. 
The man was a Tory, and barely escaped with his life." 

The colonel was thoughtful a moment. ''Was this the man whose 

family ? Well, never mind, such things must be in war. Keep a 

lookout for him, and if caught, give him short shrift— he may be 
dangerous." Just then the tattoo was beat, and with a courteous good- 
night-the officers separated. 

" I wish we could get along without such fellows as D'Arblay," said 
one young officer to another, as they strolled along the camp. " I don't 
mind killing the Yankees, but I like a little fair play about it. This 
game of his can't last very long and he'll be coming amongst us." 



THE SCOUT S REVENGE. 



S9 



*' Don't be too nice," said the other. " By and by you'll be abusing 
Burton for this Hardy business. I hear he and his Arkansas men did 
that nice little job." 




" For God's sake, don't talk so," said the other, shuddering. " I have 
not heard all, but 'twas a brutal thing." 



90 THE scout's revenge. 

" You'll want a dictionary to give an adjective strong enough when 
you do hear it all. They say the old man refused to haul down his 
flag and shot one of our men, when they fired his house, and only 
Hardy escaped. Burton stood by and saw it done. The w^omen, 
beaten back by the bayonets, did not scream but turned hopelessly 
inward. It is a mystery how Hardy got away, but he has not been seen 
since, and lives only for revenge. But, as the colonel says, such things 
must be in war. Good-night !" and they parted at the entrance of a 
tent. 

While quiet reigns in the rebel camp, the little band we have seen 
set out under the scout's guidance is cautiously advancing. On 
through belts of woodland, over hills, and across some of the small 
streams with which the country abounds, they marched silently but 
surely on their prey. 

The scout looked like a new man. His tall form was no longer bent; 
or, rather, it did not appear so, as he strode along at the head of the 
column. The sallow face was lit up with intelligence, and a gleam of 
ferocity shot from his eyes; the road was as familiar to him as the 
beaten paths about his lost homestead, but he trusted nothing to 
chance. Not a sound escaped his practised ear, nor an unusual appear- 
ance the keen scrutiny of his eye, and more than once he called a halt 
while he reconnoitred in the darkness. 

At last they reached the foot of a hill, when Hardy whispered to 
the colonel in command, and, while the troops rested on their arms, 
he went forward alone. 

Creeping up the ascent, keeping in the shadow of the trees, lest even 
the feeble starlight should reveal his presence, he reached the summit 
and flung himself upon the grass. Beneath him lay the white tents 
of the enemy, clustering around the ruins of his homestead. A quick 
glance showed him that no reinforcements had, as yet, reached them, 
and, with almost as much pleasure, he saw their number was not 
diminished. If any change there had been, an increase of the foe 
would have better suited his humor. Not a man less ; for the ven- 
geance that fired his heart burned to strike a blow never to be for- 
gotten. 

The outlying pickets passed close to the spot where he lay concealed, 
and as a surprise was intended, he bent his mind to the task of dis- 
posing of them. Lazily walking to and fro, peering now and then out 
into the night, the rebel sentry thought of his southern home, heedless 
of the danger which crouched at his very feet. With such men as 
Hardy action follows thought as the thunder belches from the storm 
cloud right over head, when the swift lightning cleaves its way to 



THE scout's revenge. 91 

earth ; so quickly does the one follow the other, that they seem simul- 
taneous. 

The sentry came forward, humming an air learned in the cotton 
fields of his own native State. A sharp noise, as of a footstep on a 
rotten stick, startled him ; but before he could give an alarm or call 
for help, the hot breath of an enemy was upon his cheek and his 
throat grasped by the sinewy hand of the scout ; the struggle was brief. 
At all times it was not easy to find Hardy's match, and now, standing 
in sight of his ruined home, the remembrance of his wrongs gave him 
the strength of a giant. There was a wild striking out of the arms, a 
clawing of the hands, a blackening of the face, horrible even in the 
starlight, until the knees gave way, and the picket fell a lifeless body 
upon the sward. 

Not a ray of pity, not a pang of regret fell upon the heart of the 
scout. To him it mattered nothing that this picket had done 
him no harm ; no vision of a southern hearth made desolate, or of the 
long agony he had prepared for some aching heart because he did not 
come, moved him. Apart from his duty to the little band who waited 
his guidance, the sight of the low chimney stack, standing a solitary 
guardian over the ashes of his home, not only strengthened his arm, 
but repelled all sympathy with the enemy as a weakness to be swiftly 
trodden under foot. To him they were all alike. Did not the flames 
of his house light up a strange banner, and did not that same banner 
wave above the encampment so quiet below? All alike, all alike to 
the man — no, not all ; one stood out among the throng. When Burton 
meets this victim of his in the coming struggle, it were well he were 
shriven before the fight, for Hardy has a special vow of vengeance 
against him, and will execute it at any risk. 

The scout carefully drew the body of the poor wretch out of the 
path, and seizing his musket, while he put his trusty rifle in a safe 
place, boldly took up the dead man's beat. Time was flying fast; the 
morning would soon break, and he must needs hurry his movements; 
so, taking as near as possible the gait of the picket he had slain, he 
walked toward his comrade. The darkness of the night favored his 
disguise, and the other met him without suspicion. Hardy clutched 
at him with his left hand, while he made a swift movement with his 
right. There was a gurgling in the throat, a tide of warm blood 
gushed out, and formed a pool at his feet, and the second picket had 
started on his last journey. 

So far, the way was clear. What obstruction might be upon the 
hillside he did not know nor care ; once get the men upon the summit 
unobserved, and all was safe. Turning hastily, stopping only to pick 



92 THE scout's revknge. 

up his rifle and listen, lest the struggles in which he had been en- 
gaged should have disturbed the quiet of the camp, he passed with 
quick steps down the slope, and put himself by the colonel's side at 
the head of the detachment. 

The men lost all sense of weariness as they advanced up the hill. 
But for the order of perfect silence, they would have given cheer upon 
cheer, so eager were they for the fray; as it was, they pushed on vig- 
orously, dragging the mountain howitzers which accompanied their 
march as easily as though they were some child's toys they handled, 
and very soon reached the top of the ascent. Here resting for a 
moment, to gather breath, and find proper positions for their "bull- 
dogs," as they called the howitzers, the little band nerved themselves 
for the work before them. 

The gray dawn was already breaking in the east, paling the stars 
nearest the horizon, as Hardy pointed out to the colonel the arrange- 
ments of the enemy. 

" You kin take 'em front, kurnel, and your chance is mighty good ; 
but I s'pose you'll make it surer by flanking the devils," hinting rather 
than advising the movement. 

"See," he continued, pointing with his long, bony fingers, "there's 
the boys from South Car'lina right opposite: the Arkansaw men lie by 
yon chimney stack. Ef I mought, I'd ask a favor before the fighting 
begins," said the scout, hesitatingly. 

" Speak it freely. Hardy," said the colonel kindly, with an anxious 
look the while at the brightening east. 

" 'Taint a long one," said Hardy, who had caught the movement of 
the colonel's eye, " and the boys '11 be better for getting their wind. 
You know, mebbe, I had a home about here ?" 

The colonel nodded assent. Something in the scout's face made 
words needless. 

" This was my farm, and that chimney yonder all that's left of the 
old house. Don't be afraid, kurnel. I ain't a going to tell a long 
story. Not that it's going to be forgotten, but I shan't talk about it. 
I'm satisfied if we only clean out that hornets' nest down thar, and I 
thought, seeing as I know the old place so well, I could pilot a couple 
of hundred so as to take 'em behind." 

" You shall have them, Hardy," said the colonel, sending an aid at 
once with orders for detailing the necessary number. 

The scout looked on with eager eyes. " And now, kurnel," he said, 
baring his head, and pushing back the thin hair which straggled over 
his forehead, stretching out his hand, at the same time, to the officer, 
* I mought as well say, ' good-by.' My work's most done, and ef I 



THE scout's revenge. 93 

don't come out of this skriramage, tell the gineral how glad I am he 
trusted me this once. You're goin' to flax 'em out, kurnel, and the 
quicker the better, for mornin's comin' on," and he wrung his hand 
with a will. 

Hardy led his two hundred men quickly away along the top of the 
hill, till he reached a deep gorge, now dry, but in the rainy season 
the bed of a hillside stream, which foamed and fretted in its course as 
though no stop could be put to its ravages. In this they turned, and, 
trusting to the morning gloom, made their way to the back of the camp. 

The main body felt their way down the hillside. It was not exactly 
the place for company movements, and a drill-sergeant would hardly 
have approved the irregularity of their march ; but the men grasped 
their pieces in fighting humor, and welcomed the coming struggle as 
eagerly as does the maiden her first ball. 

About half the distance towards the camp had been passed over 
when a sentry discovered the advancing ranks, and, firing his piece to 
give the alarm, fled hastily to the camp. There was no time to lose ; 
silence was no longer observed. The commands of the ofiicers rang 
out on the morning air, and, at the word, the men rushed upon the 
enemy. Down the hill, along the open space, where the rebel soldiery 
were wont to drill, they broke over the slight intrenchment with a 
yell of delight, and a fierce hand-to-hand encounter began. 

Struggling among the white tents the rebel soldier}'^ rushed to their 
arms, half-clad, while a few hundred gathered to the right of the 
camp, only to be dispersed by shells from the howitzers, which fell 
among their ranks. There was nothing for it but a retreat, and the 
beaten and scattered forces huddled together in the rear of the camp, 
where a new danger met them. 

Hardy and his men came upon the field with a ringing cheer, and 
dashed into the fight. The scout's duty was done, and as he neither 
knew nor cared anything for military movements, he fought mainly 
by himself. A frenzy possessed him ; his eyes glared like a demon's, 
and his whole frame was animated with supernatural energy. Club- 
bing his rifle, he rushed along the narrow alleys of the camp, heedless 
of the knot of soldiers who slunk away at his coming, or vainly 
attempted to stop his progress, till he reached the encampment of the 
Arkansas men. 

A fierce struggle was in progress, and Burton, at the head of the 
backwoodsmen, was making a desperate stand. A shout broke from 
the lips of the scout, and in a moment he was in the middle of it. 
His long rifle swung by his powerful arm, mowed a lane for him, and 
he pressed on till he stood in the presence of Burton himself. 



94 THE scout's revenge. 

The Arkansas leader was no coward, and the defence 'had been a 
desperate one ; but he trembled when he saw Hardy facing him. He 
had seen him once before, when the white head and stern face was lit 
up by the burning dwelling. Even Burton, the gambler, the duellist, 
the bully, could not shut his soul up from dreams, and the face of the 
avenger had grown familar even in his slumbers. Instinctively he 
drew his bowie-knife from its sheath, and the scout, feeling for the keen 
weapon he carried in his belt, dropped his rifle, and stood face to face 
with his great enemy. 

There was no cry for quarter, and both were soon locked in fearful 
strife. A few rapid passes of their bright blades, and the Arkansas 
colonel threw up his arms with a sullen moan, and muttering a curse, 
fell a corpse at the feet of the scout. 

When the battle was over. Hardy was found leaning against the 
ruined chimney, the pallor of death spread over his face, while the 
body of the rebel chief lay a few feet from him. 

" You are not badly hurt, I hope," said the colonel, kindly ; " what 
can I do for you ?" 

" Water," he gasped ; and on taking some from a canteen, he revived 
a little. "My work's done, kurnel," he said, faintly, "and it's about 
time. There ain't no use in a dead stick, and the green branches are 
all gone. Ef you will, kurnel, tell the gineral I died under the old 
chimney, and that I sent the Arkansas chief to say I was comin'." 

A grim smile passed over his face, which faded as his listeners 
stood by. 

" Take some more water. Hardy," said one, but he did not answer. 
The colonel took his hand, but no pressure came from the sinewy 
fingers. A slight shiver passed through his frame, and the scout was 
dead. 

The victory was complete. A short time was spent burying the 
slain and, laden with spoils, the conquerors returned to their camp. 
When they reached it, they learned that D'Arblay had been shot by 
the accidental discharge of a musket the night before. Only the 
general knew the truth. 

The despatches that found their way to the papers were ver}' brief. 
There had been a night reconnoisance, and a rebel camp broken up, 
with great loss to the enemy. Hardy's name was not mentioned ; but 
few who were in the expedition will forget the. tall form or underesti- 
mate the services of the scout. 

The services rendered to the Federal government by the loyal 
mountaineers will never be properly appreciated by the country at 
large. They were often the very " eyes of the army." 



BATTLE OF CEDAR MOUNTAIN. 97 

A MINNESOTIAN'S DESPERATE ENCOUNTER. 




IWO Minnesota boys once took it into their heads to forage a 
little for amusement as well as eatables. Striking out from 
their encampment into the forest, they followed a narrow 
road some distance, until, turning a bend, five Secession 
pickets appeared not fifty yards distant. The parties discovered each 
other simultaneously, and at once levelled their rifles and fired. Two 
of the confederates fell dead, and one of the Minnesotians, the other 
also falling, however, but with the design of trapping the other three, 

who at once came up, as they said, to '' examine the d d Yankees." 

Drawing his revolver, the Minnesotian found he had but two barrels 
loaded and with these he shot two of the pickets. Springing to his 
feet, he snatched his sabre bayonet from his rifle, and lunged at the 
survivor, who proved to be a stalwart lieutenant, armed only with 
a heavy sword. The superior skill of the Southron Avas taxed to the 
utmost in parrying the vigorous thrusts and lunges of the brawny 
lumberman, and for several minutes the contest waged in silence, 
broken only by the rustle of the long grass by the roadside, and the 
clash of their weapons. Feigning fatigue, the Minnesotian fell back 
a few steps, and as his adversary closed upon him with a cat-like 
spring, he let his sabre come down on the head of Secesh, and the 
game was up. Collecting the arms of the secessionists, he returned 
to the camp, where he obtained assistance and buried the bodies of 
his companion and their foes in one grave. 



BATTLE OF CEDAR MOUNTAIN. 



^[f|T was the day of Cedar Mountain. Crawford had such scanty 
pQI numbers that the cavalry was formed as a first line of battle, 
Wm: supporting the advanced batteries. The audacity of the move- 
ment seemed to puzzle the enemy ; for, instead of pushing us 
hard and driving back our feeble force, the whole morning was spent 
in slowly feeling their way into position, only now and then pitching 
a few harmless shells in our direction. Besides, they had about as 
good ground to fight on where they were as they could find further 
on ; and they were probably ignorant what forces we might have upon 
their flanks. From sunrise until half past three in the afternoon we 
(Stood there wearily, only moving by squadrons to water and detaching 



98 BATTLE OF CEDAF. MOUNTAIN. 

carbineers as skirmishers. Across the fields, which rose in graceful 
undulations, we could faintly discern the columns of rebel cavalry 
and infantry moving from wood to wood, in the direction of our left. 

At three o'clock we had gathered some oats and wheat harvested in 
the adjoining field, and were feeding them to our horses in addition 
to the corn blades among which we stood, when the rebel batteries 
were moved by hand over the brow of the hill in front, and opened 
upon us with great rapidity of fire and accuracy of aim. Our skir- 
mishers in the meantime were sharply engaged with theirs ; and, not- 
withstanding their disadvantage in being mounted and having merely 
the short carbine, did considerable execution, losing only one horse. 
They kept their enemy nervously making little rushes forward as they 
fired, and falling back to load, so that the rebels began to fire wilder 
and wilder. At last there was an advance in force, and they opened 
with grape upon this scattered line. Our men came back like a whirl- 
wind, completely obscured by dust, and fell into their places in the 
ranks. Now the battery which our regiment was supporting began 
to show its brilliant qualities. I think that it was L battery, First 
New York Artillery, but am not positive. Its sections, one above the 
other, either concentrated their fire or distributed it as circumstances 
required ; and from the first shot to the last almost every missile did 
its duty. An officer of ours, who was out with skirmishers on our 
' ight, was so placed that he could see the effects of the fire on a brigade 
which was lying behind a hill waiting to charge upon the battery. 
For a few seconds they lay under the fire. Those few seconds cost 
them thirty men ; and as they sprang up to run away they were swept 
even more fearfully. The force broke, and was not, I believe, re-formed 
during the engagement. 

While the battery was doing its work we were doing ours — the 
unpleasantest duty that can be imposed. We had to sit in our saddles, 
motionless and helpless, exposed to a tremendous fire, and unable to 
return a shot. Out of the woods in our front the sharpshooters of the 
rebel brigade had been sent to " disperse that cavalry." Fortunately for 
us our lieutenant-colonel was an old soldier, and had chosen our place 
as none but an old soldier would. The corn-field was, as I have said, 
full of little undulations. Just in front of us was a hollow, and 
beyond it a rising ground. If we had been in the hollow, though 
covered from the sharpshooters, we should have been raked by the 
artillery ; and the hilltop was of course bad. So we stood to the rear 
of the hollow, on the rise of the hill ; so that those in front, uncon- 
scious of this wide depression, must have thought us so much nearer 
to them and have regulated their aim accordingly. This 1 imagine 



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99 



to have been the case, for a perfect storm of bullets swept across the 
brow of the hill, and struck up the dust at our horses' feet. Simulta- 
neously balls come whirring through the air just above our heads, 




causing a shock to the nerves similar to that occasioned by a covey of 
quail starting from beneath our feet, and causing a good many of 
the men to dodge and twist a little in their saddles. I was remark- 



100 BATTLE OF CEDAR MOUNTAIN. 

ing this fact indignantly to the major, when, "Nonsense I" was his 
reply. "Why, I dodge myself!" of which he immediately gave an 
illustration. I looked around, and there were General Banks and his 
stafif also bending gracefully to and fro. I therefore concluded that 
the fire was regarded as hot and heavy. 

" Steady in the first squadron ! Steady, there, I say 1 What are you 
about?" sang out the major's clear, stern voice. 

As he moved to check an apparent confusion, a man made his way 
out of the ranks — a little pale, perhaps, but otherwise as usual. 

"What are you doing leaving the ranks, sir?" 

" The man saluted him quietly, and answered " Hit, sir." Hs had 
a pretty sharp clip from a rifle-ball. 

"Go to the rear and get dressed," said the major. 

The line was dressed again without need of commands and there we 
stood again as calmly as ever under fire. But now the men began to 
suffer, and the horses especially had been struck several times. The 
battery had dismounted a gun which had been run up to the sharp- 
shooters, to open on us with canister, but the rifle-balls and the shell 
were becoming more and more accurate in their aim. Bayard turned 
and spoke to Banks. We heard the major-general answer, " They 
stand it like veterans. I shall myself show these their new position 
when I move them." Presently the order came, " Platoons, right about 
wheel !" and at a walk, without breaking a rank, we steadily moved 
back, crossing the exposed hill-top and descending on the other side, 
where we again formed. But now our whole first line was falling 
back upon Banks' corps, which had been formed as it had come up 
behind us ; and the enemy had succeeded in planting a battery upon 
Cedar Mountain, which completely enfiladed our position. Over the 
brow of the hill and from the left flank, the shriek of the shell thrilled 
our ears, and all along the line they burst with a sound that, once 
heard, can never be forgotten. 

The battery — one piece dismounted and half the horses killed — 
limbered up and moved off; Taking down the fence in our rear and 
that into the road at our right, the regiment again made an about, 
and retired a second time in line. That was the most trying time of 
all that day. The enemy's range was perfect, and with every discharge 
each man wondered how he had escaped. The apprehension of imme- 
diate death was strong in every soul, and yet the line moved over that 
uneven ground better than it could have done on drill. Not an 
attempt was made to break ranks or to straggle, even when comrades 
went down on either hand ! Oh ! how proud we were of the men, and 
how cheerfully and confidently all the officers ever after gave their 
orders, certain that they would be obeyed 1 



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101 



As the chaplain, who had occasionally been riding along the ranks, 
sndeavoring to cheer the men, while his services were not yet required 




in the hospital, turned from helping to clear away the fence, a man 
from the left came by, leading two or three horses. 
** Where are you going from the field ?" 



102 BATTLE OF CEDAR MOUNTAIN. 

" It's the lieutenant, sir. A shell has struck him, and the boys are 
carrying him, while I take the horses." 

" Who ? Not Albert?" ejaculated the chaplain anxiously. 

"Yes, sir. Here he comes." 

And there lay the poor boy, almost a child in look, and a sort of pet 
among officers and men, pale and stunned, in the arms of some of his 
platoon, his right leg nearly severed from his body. The crushed and 
torn muscles showed among them the broken bone, and the blood 
dropped slowly to the ground, mingling with the dust. To get him 
into an ambulance and drive back to the hospital seemed fearfully 
long for all ; and I think that the men felt every jolt almost as sharply 
as did he. Behind a wood was spread out the ghastly apparatus of 
military surgery, and the poor boy was removed as quickly as circum- 
stances would permit to the neighborhood of the table. As he lay in 
the chaplain's arms he seemed to recognize the voice that spoke to him, 
and with the gaspings of a dying man he whispered — 

" Oh, chaplain, if I could only pray !" 

" Shall I pray for you ?" 

" Yes." 

And the chaplain put up those exquisite petitions in the Episcopal 
service for the visitation of the sick. 

Albert's lips moved as if he were following the words of the petition 
to the very end. Then he was lifted on the table, the sponge of chlo- 
roform applied, and the ghastly work of amputation performed. He 
never recovered from the shock. His mind wandered again to the 
action, and he uttered words of command to his men. At last, with a 
feeble motion of the hand, he made an effort to ejaculate "Star- 
spangled banner !" These were his last words. The shells of the 
enemy came plunging through the wood, and struck against the fence 
behind which our hospital was established. Albert was placed in an 
ambulance beside Ballard, who had been hit almost at the same 
moment, and the whole establishment moved back to a house in the 
rear. Scarcely had he been removed from the vehicle when he quietly 
breathed his last. He lies buried in Culpepper, in the southwest corner 
of our military graveyard, while his cousin Howard sleeps at Harris- 
burg, awaiting the same general resurrection. 



HsS^^t^l 



DRAWING RATIONS. 103 

A STRANGE SIGHT IN BATTLE. 




|T the battle of Stone River, Tennessee, while the men were 
lying behind a crest waiting, a brace of frantic wild turkeys, 
so paralyzed with fright that they were incapable of flying, 
ran between the lines and endeavored to hide among the 
men. But the frenz}'^ among the turkeys was not so touching as the 
exquisite fright of the birds and rabbits. When the roar of battle 
rushed through the cedar thickets, flocks of little birds fluttered and 
circled above the field in a state of utter bewilderment, and scores of 
rabbits fled for protection to the men lying down in the line on the 
left, nestling under their coats and creeping under their legs in a state 
of uLter distraction. They hopped over the field like toads, and as per- 
fectly tamed by fright as household pets. Many officers witnessed it, 
remarking it as one of the most curious spectacles ever seen upon a 
battle-field. 



DRAWING RATIONS. 




|OME episodes in the life of a soldier are provocative of 
laughter, and serve to disperse, in considerable measure, the 
ennui of camp life. A farmer, who did not reside so far from 
a camp of the " boys " as he wished he did, was accustomed 
to find every morning that several rows of potatoes had disappeared 
from the field. He bore it some time, but when the last half of his 
field of fine " kidneys " began to disappear, he began to think that sort 
of thing had gone far enough, and determined to stop it. Accordingly 
he made a visit to camp early next morning, and amused himself by 
going round to see whether the soldiers were provided with good and 
wholesome provisions. He had not proceeded far when he found a 
" boy " just serving up a fine dish of " kidneys," which looked marvel- 
lously like those that the good wife brought to his own table. Halting, 
the following colloquy ensued : — 

" Have fine potatoes here, I see." 

" Splendid !" was the reply. 

" Where do you get them ?" 

"Draw them." 

*' Does government furnish potatoes in your rations?*' 

" Nary potato." 



104 A GOOD SCHEME THAT DIDN't WORK. 

" I thought you said you drew them." 

" Did ! we just do that thing !" 

" But how, if they are not included in your rations?" 

" Easiest thing in the world ! Won't you take some with us?" said 
the soldier, as he seated himself at the table opposite the smoking 
vegetables. 

" Thank you. But will you oblige me by telling how you draw 
your potatoes, as they are not found by the commissary?" 

" Nothing easier. Draw' em by the tops, mostly ! Sometimes by a hoe, 
if one is left in the field." 

" Hum ! Yes ! I understand ! Well, see here, if you won't draw 
any more of mine, I will bring you a basket every morning and draw 
them myself." 

"Bully for you, old fellow!" was the cry, and three cheers and a 
tiger were given for the farmer. The covenant was entered into, and 
no one but the owner drew potatoes from that field afterward. 



A GOOD SCHEME THAT DIDN'T WORK. 




iPON one occasion, when Rosecrans had "shutdown" upon 
passes for ofiicers' and soldiers' wives, a member of the 
former class telegraphed from Louisville to General Garfield, 
chief of staff, that her husband, an artillery officer, was 
very sick — perhaps dying — and that she must see him, and requested 
the general to authorize the issuing to her of a pass to Murfreesborough. 
The general's heart was touched ; but knowing nothing of the matter, 
he referred it to Colonel Barnett, Chief of Artillery. The colonel, too, 
sympathized with the distressed wife, and kindly sent an orderly out 
to the husband's battery to inquire into his condition, that the devoted 
wife might be advised thereof. Speedily the husband himself came 
in, with astonishment depicted in his face. Something is the matter, 
somewhere or somehow, he doesn't exactly know what. 

" How do you do ?" asked the artillery chief. 

" First-rate, sir." 

" Where have you been of late?" 

" At my battery — on duty." 

" Have you not been sick lately ?" 

" No, indeed ! Never had better health in my lifo ," 

" Quite sure of it, are you ?" 

" Of course I am." 



A SPEEDY RESURRECTION. 



105 



"You have been on duty all the time? Haven't you been absent 
from your command at all?" 

" Not a day." 

" Perfectly well now— no consumption, liver-complaint, fever, spleen 
or Tennessee quickstep? eh?" 

" Certainly not. Why do 
you ask ?" 

In reply to this query the 
telegram of bis anxious wife 
w^as handed to him. He 
read it, looked down and 
pondered for a moment in 
silent wonder at the in- 
genuity of woman, then 
called for a bottle of wine, 
and a general " smile " cir- 
culated among the bystan- 
ders. The loving wife was 
informed by telegraph that 
her husband was in no 
danger — in fact, was doing 
remarkably well. Thus she 

was circumvented for a time. Yet to " vindicate the truth of history," 
we must add that she gained her point in some other way — wdiat 
Yankee wife will not ? — and made her visit successfully. 




MAJOK-GENKKAL JOHN M. PALMER. 



A SPEEDY RESURRECTION. 




f^^jyjARLY one morning in 1862, while at Farmington, near Corinth, 
Mississippi, as General Palmer was riding along his lines to 
inspect some breast-works that had been thrown up during 
the previous night, he came suddenly upon some of the boys 
of Company I, Twenty-seventh Illinois Volunteers, who had just shot 
a two hundred pound hog, and were engaged in the interesting process 
of skinning it. The soldiers were startled ; their chief looked aston- 
ished and sorrowful. 

"Ah ! a body — a corpse. Some poor fellow gone to his last home. 
Well, he must be buried with military honors. Sergeant, call the 
officer of the guard." 

The officer was speedily at hand, and received orders to have a grave 



106 



A SPEEDY RESURRECTION. 



dug and the body buried forthwith. The grave was soon prepared, 
and then the company were mustered. Pall-bearers placed the body 
of the dead upon the stretcher. The order was given to march, and, 
with reversed arms and funeral tread, the solemn procession of sixty 
men followed the body to the grave. Not a word passed nor a muscle 




A PROMPT RESURRECTION. 



of the face stirred while the last rites of sepulture w^ere being performed. 
The ceremony over, the general and his staff waved their adieux, and 
were soon lost in the distance. 

The philosophy of the soldier is usually equal to the emergency. 
He had read and pondered. He now painfully realizes that flesh is 
as grass, and that life is but a shadow. But he thinks of the resurrec- 
tion, and his gloom passes away. So wnth the philosophic boys of 
Company I, Twenty-seventh Illinois. Ere their general was fairly 
seated at his own breakfast-table, there was a raising of the dead and 
Bttvory pork-steaks were frying in many a camp-pan. 



HEROISM IN THE HOSPITAL. 107 

HEROISM IN THE HOSPITAL. 




(HE surgeon said, " He can hardl}' live." 

He laid the hand down softly, and left this patient, to 
pass through the ward. 

It seemed to say that all that earth could do had been 
done, to save the life of the gallant young soldier. I followed the sur- 
geon a few steps on the routine of duty. We stopped, and looked each 
other in the face. He knew I wanted to know the whole truth. 

" Must the boy die ?" 

" There is a shadow of a chance. I will come again after midnight." 

I went back, with a heavy heart, to the cot we had left, and, know- 
ing something of hospitals and dying men, I sat down to wait and see 
what new symptoms would occur, with the full directions of the sur- 
geon in any event. 

The opiate, or whatever it may have been, which I had last admin- 
istered, could not take effect at once ; and somewhat worn out with the 
day's labors, I sat down to think. To sleep was out of the question ; 
for I had become so deeply interested in this young man it seemed to 
me I could not give him up. 

It was nearly midnight. The gas had been turned off just enough 
to leave the light needed, and twilight was grateful to the sick room ; 
for in this vast chamber there were more than two hundred sick men. 
Now and then came a suppressed moan from one couch, or a low plaint 
of hopeless pain — while at intervals thrilled from the high ceiling the 
shrill scream of agony. But all the while the full harvest-moon was 
pouring in all the lustrous sympathy and effulgence it could give, as 
it streamed over the marble pile called the Patent Office, the unfin- 
ished north wing of which had been dedicated to this house of 
suffering. 

Almost noiselessly, the doors of this ward opened every few moments, 
for the gentle tread of the night nurses, who came, in their sleepless 
vigils, to see if in these hours they could render some service still to 
the stricken, the fallen, and yet not comfortless. 

Leaving my young friend for a few moments, I walked through the 
north aisle ; and it seemed to me — so perfect was the regime of the 
hospital, so grand were its architectural proportions — more like walk- 
ing through some European cathedral by moonlight, than through a 
place for sick soldiers. The silence greater than speech, the suffering 
unexpressed, the heroism which did not utter one complaint, the com- 
pleteness of the whole system of care and curative process, made one 
of those sights and scenes which I would not tear away from my 



108 HEROISM IN THE HOSPITAL. 

memory if I could ; for they have mingled themselves with associa- 
tions that will link each month and year of time to come with all the 
months and years gone before them. 

I felt a strange interest in this young man whom I had left in what 
I supposed was his last quiet slumber ; and yet I knew he would wake 
once more before he died. I approached his cot again. He was still 
sleeping, and so tranquill}^ I felt a little alarmed lest he might never 
wake till I had touched his pulse and found it still softly beating. 

I let him slee^^, and I thought I would sit by his side till the sur- 
geon came. 

I took a long, free breath, for I supposed it was all hopelessly over. 
Then I thought of his strange history : — I knew it well. 

He was born not far from Trenton Falls — the youngest son among 
several brothers, of one of the brave tillers of that hard soil. He had 
seen his family grow up nobly and sturdily, under the discipline of 
good religion and good government, and with a determination to 
defend both. When the country's troubles began, his first impulse 
thus found expression to his brothers ; " Let me go ; for }' ou are all 
married ; and if I fall, no matter." 

He went. He had followed the standard of the Republic into ever}' 
battle-field where the struggle carried him, till, worn out, but not 
wounded, he was borne to this hospital in Washington, a sick boy. 
He seemed to have a charmed life, for on several occasions his com- 
rades had been shot dead or wounded on either side; and when his 
last cartridge had done execution, he carried off two of his wounded 
companions from the field, bearing them and their muskets to the 
rear — if there were a rear to the flight from the Bull Run of July, 
'61 — and nourished and watched and stood by these comrades till they 
died, and then got the help of a farmer to carry them with his cart, 
a whole day afterward, to be buried in a place which he chose. 

The boy's example had inspired that farmer with such benevolence 
— if he were not inspired by patriotism already — that he made honored 
graves for them ; and the writer of this work knows where their ashes 
rest. 

AVhen this was all over, the boy came back, as a kind of rear-guard 
of one, in the flight of the army of the Potomac, and, having reached 
the city of Washington and reported himself to his commander, fell 
senseless on Pennylvania Avenue. He was taken to a neighboring 
house and well cared for; and I saw him in the hospital of which I 
have spoken. 

But this was only his life as a soldier. There was another deeper 
life than that. The great loadstone that had led him away was the 



HEROISM IN THE HOSPITAL. 



109 



magnet of his nation. Another loadstone held his heart at home , it 
was the magnet of Love. 
His wild and wayward history — wild only with adventure and way- 




ward only with romance, he seemed to me, as I looked upon his face 
so calm, and chiselled into sculptured beauty — I thought, either he 
looked like an Apollo with his unstrung bow, or a nautilus, cast on 



110 HEROISM IN THE HOSPITAL. 

the turbulent ocean, to be wafted to some unknown clime, or sink 
forever on the floor of the deep sea, to find a coral sepulchre. 

His dark eyelashes — bent up in such clear relief against their white 
ground — slowly and calmly began to move. 

I sprang to my feet ; for it seemed to me there was a chance yet. 

The surgeon was long in coming ; and yet I knew he would come. 
He did. His sharp and experienced eye, as he approached the cot, 
opened with surprise. Touching my shoulder, he said, with surprise — - 

" He is still alive." 

In an instant, taking tlie hand of the dying or dead' boy — I scarcely 
knew which — a faint smile passed over the surgeon's face. 

" I am not sure but that he may come up yet. If he revives, there 
is one chance left for him, if it be but one in a thousand. But I will 
work for that chance, and see what it will come to. * Here Art 
triumphs, if it triumphs at all.' " 

The pulse seemed to be coming as he took the hand. 

" It acts strangely; but I have seen two or three cases very much 
like it. Mind you, I do not think we can do much with this case ; but 
you stay and watch, and I will come back in half an hour." 

So, while he went through some other wards, I watched the patient. 
The last glimmer of life, which had given some light as this scene was 
being enacted, faded into what seemed to me the calmest repose of death. 

But then, I thought, it is a strange sight, a heart filled with the 
earnest passions of youth, in the first hopes of life budding into their 
fruition beneath his own primeval forest-shades, where if there be an 
element that ever sanctified an early life it would have built a sanc- 
tuary — for the love he must have borne to the fair being for whom he 
had treasured up his boyhood's jewels, for whom he gave up everything 
of the earth earthy, to rescue a Republic, and then go back after this 
episode of suffering to inaugurate the life of a citizen farmer on the 
bleak hills of New York — if all this could not sustain him, what 
could ? 

In former visits to him he had made me his confidant in regard to 
these matters. He seemed to be haunted with the idea that he would, 
after all, return to Utica, and once more see those he loved ; and j^et he 
also seemed to me like one whose days were numbered, and the sur- 
geon had told me, after repeated counsels with his professional 
brethren, that it was next to impossible to save his life, and that I 
must not expect it. 

All the while I clung to the belief that some vitality of faith, or love, 
or hope, or patriotism, or divine aid, would still send that boy back to 
the banks of the Mohawk. 



HEROISM IN THE HOSPITAL. 



Ill 



I saw another nervous twitch around the temples. I felt his pulse. 
It was an indication of hope, or sudden death. 

The surgeon came by again. 

" That boy has wonderful vitality," he said, as he looked at his face. 
Whether it was purely my fancy, my hope, or a fact, I did not know, 
but twilight seemed to pass over his face. 

" Yes, yes — I — I — wait — a moment. Oh, I shall not die "" 




MAJOR-GENERAL BENJAMIN F. BUTLER. 

{From a War- Time Photograph.') 

He opened his eyes calmly, and then a glow which I shall never 
forget suffused his cheek, and, lifting his emaciated hands for the first 
time in several weeks — feebly, it is true, but they seemed to me strong 
— he exclaimed, in a natural voice, " How floats the old flag now, 
boys?" 



112 HEROISM IN THE HOSPITAL. 

The transition from death to life seemed like enchantment. I could 
scarcely believe my senses. And yet I knew that if he ever rallied 
this would be the way. 

I now feared that his excitement would carry him beyond his 
strength. I could not keep him from talking. I was bending over him 
to see if he would remember me. Looking me steadily in the eyes, 
his brows knit with perplexity for a few seconds, when with a smile of 

delight and surprise he said, " Yes ! yes ! it is you Mr. L . I am 

glad you stayed with me. I have been dreaming about you while 
I've been asleep; and I must have been asleep a great while. How 
long ?" 

I told him enough to let him understand how ill he had been, how 
long, and how weak he still was. He did not realize it. His eyes 
wandered down to his thin hands, white as alabaster, and through 
which the pale-blue thread-like veins wandered. 

" Oh ! is it I ? — so lean ? I was not so when I fell sick." * And large 
tears rolled down his cheeks. 

I implored him to be quiet and rest, and I promised him he should 
get better every day, and be able to go home in a short time. Br.t he 
grew impatient the more I tried to soothe and restrain him. 

He looked at me beseechingly, and asked, " Won't you let me talk a 
little? I must know something more, or it seems tome I shall go 
crazy. Please put your ear down to me ; I won't speak loud— I won't 
get excited." 

I did. "Have you got any letters for me?" 

" Yes, but they are at my office. You shall have them to-morrow. 
They are all well at home." 

"And Bella?" 

" Yes." 

" Oh, God be praised !" 

After a few moments of repose, he again opened his eyes wide. 

" I have been gone so long from the army ! It seemed as though I 
never could get back when I got home. I got away ; and I wandered, 
and wandered — Oh! how tired I was! Where is McDowell? — Is 
General Scott dead? They said so. Did they carry off old Abe? 
How did he get back? Did the rebels get into Washington that night? 
How long have I been sick? What place is this? — Oh, my head ! my 
head!" 

I was frightened. He had risen from the deep ocean into the sun- 
light for a brief hour, and now he seemed to be going down to come 
up no more. The tender chord of memory had given away. In a 
little while the surgeon came by, and I told him what had happened. 



HEROISM IN THE HOSPITAL. 



iia- 



" I was afraid of that. But I think we can manage it. If he wakes 
again within two hours, give him this powder on his tongue, and a 
sip of the liquid. If he does not, wake him gentlj." 

And so that anxious night wore away. In the morning he woke 
bright and clear; and from that hour he began to get well.' But for 
whole days his life was pulsating in its gossamer tenement, fluttering, 
'over the misty barriers of the spirit-world. 

Bella's letters, received during his extreme illness, could now be 
read. They were among the noblest ever written by woman, and, 
would have inspired a spirit of patriotism even in a wooden block. 




REPORTING TO THE SURGEON. 



" Our heart-prayers for you," they said, " have been answered by our 
Father. We now wait only for your return. When we parted it was 
not with repining ; you had gone to the altar of your country in solemn 
and complete dedication. I too was prepared for the sacrifice. I ex- 
pected it, although I knew how crushingly the blow would fall. But 
if you had not loved your country better than Bella, it would have 
broken her heart. I hope now in a few weeks you will be again by 
my side. When your health is once more restored, I will promise in 
advance, as you desire, not to try to keep you from rejoining j'our 
regiment; and if the stars have written that Walter shall not be 
my husband, God has decreed that I shall die a widow never 
married," 

And he did return to the Mohawk Valley. He married Bella. He 
returned to the war; and on the eve of the great day of Antietam he 
heard that his son was born, and the hero-father died by the side of 
Hooker, one of the bravest on that bloody field. 



114 ZAGONYl's FAMOUS CAVALRY CHARGE. 

ZAGONYI'S FAMOUS CAVALRY CHARGE. 



BY A MEMBER OP THE BODY GUARD. 




[HE charge of the Light Brigade at Balaklava, during the 
Crimean war, had its parallel in the early days of the Re- 
bellion. The brilliant charge of Major Zagonyi at Spring- 
field, Mo., on October 25, 1861, was even more bold and 
wonderful than the charge of the Light Brigade, for it was the first 
experience of the Body Guard under fire, while the British troops at 
Balaklava were the flower of the English army, trained and tried in 
former battles. All things considered, it may be regarded as an 
achievement of daring that had no parallel during the whole struggle. 
The Guard was organized by Charles Zagonyi, a Hungarian refugee, 
but long a resident of this country. In his boyhood, Zagonyi had 
plunged into the passionate but unavailing struggle which Hungary 
made for her liberty. He at once attracted the attention of General 
Bem, and was by him placed in command of a picked company of 
cavalry. In one of the desperate engagements of the war Zagonyi 
led a charge upon a large artillery force. More than half of his men 
were slain. He was wounded and taken prisoner. Two years passed 
before he could exchange an Austrian dungeon for American exile. 

General Fremont welcomed Zagonyi cordially, and authorized him 
to recruit a company of horse to act as his body-guard. Zagonyi was 
most scrupulous in his selection ; but so ardent was the desire to serve 
under the eye and near the person of the general, that in five days 
after the lists were opened two full companies were enlisted. Soon 
after a whole company, composed of the very flower of the youth of 
Kentucky, tendered its services, and requested to be added to the 
Guard. Zagonyi was still overwhelmed with applications, and he 
obtained permission to recruit a fourth company. 

The fourth company, however, did not go with us into the field. 
The men were clad in blue jackets, trousers, and caps. They were 
armed with light German sabres, the best that at that time could be 
procured, and revolvers; besides which, the first company carried 
carbines. They were mounted upon bay horses, carefully selected from 
the government stables. Zagonyi had but little time to instruct his 
recruits, but in less than a month from the commencement of the 
enlistments, the Body-Guard was a well disciplined and most efficient 
body of cavalry. The officers were all American except three — one 
Hollander, and two Hungarians, Zagonyi and Lieutenant Mathenyi, 
who came to the United States during his boyhood. 



ZAGONYI JOINS WHITE. 115 

The personal appearance of the Guard was neatness personified, 
and they nearly all affected the military mustache, with the rest of the 
face clean-shaven. The people of St. Louis, where they were equipped 
and drilled, made all manner of fun of the youthful troopers, calling 
them " the kid-glove brigade," and other sarcastic names. How well 
they deserved these sneering appellations was clearly shown on. 
October 25 '.h. 

Zagonyi left camp at 8 o'clock on the evening of October 24, 1861,, 
with about a hundred and sixty men, the remainder of the Guard 
being left at headquarters under the command of a non-commissioned 
officer. 

Major Frank J. White was already on his way to Springfield with 
his squadron. This young officer, hardly twenty-one years old, had 
won great reputation for energy and zeal while a captain of infantry 
in a New York regiment stationed at Fort Monroe. He there saw 
much hazardous scouting service, and had been in a number of 
engagements. In the West he held a position upon General Fremont's 
staff", with the rank of major. While at Jefferson City, b}^ permission 
of the general, he had organized a battalion to act as scouts and 
rangers, composed of two companies of the Third Illinois Cavalry, under 
Captains Fairbanks and Kehoe, and a company of Irish dragoons, 
under Captain Naughton, which had been recruited for Mulligan's 
brigade, but had not joined Mulligan in time to be at Lexington. 

Major White went to Georgetown in advance of the whole army, 
and from there marched sixty-five miles in one night, to Lexington, 
surprised the garrison, liberated a number of Federal officers, who were 
there wounded and prisoners, and captured the steamers which Price 
had taken from Mulligan. From Lexington White came by way of 
Warrensburg to Warsaw. During this long and hazardous expedition 
the Prairie Scouts had been without tents, and depended for food upon 
the supplies they could take from the enemy. 

Major White did not remain at Warsaw to recruit his health, 
seriously impaired by hardship and exposure. He asked for further 
service, and was directed to report himself to General Sigel, by whom 
he was ordered to make a reconnoissance in the direction of Spring- 
field. 

ZAGONYI JOINS WHITE. 

After a rapid night-march, Zagonyi overtook White, and assumed 
command of the whole force. White was quite ill, and, unable to stay 
in his saddle, was obliged to follow in a carriage. In the morning, 
yielding to the request of Zagonyi, he remained at a farm-house where- 



116 ZAGONYIS FAMOUS CAVALKY CHARGE. 

the troop had halted for refreshment, it being arranged that he should 
rest an hour or two, come on in his carriage with a small escort, and 
overtake Zagonyi before he reached Springfield. The Prairie Scouts 
numbered one hundred and thirty, so that Zagonyi's whole force was 
nearly three hundred strong. 

The day was fine, the roads good, and the little column pushed on 
merrily, hoping to surprise the enemy. When within two hours' 
march of the town, they met a loyal farmer of the neighborhood, who 
told Zagonyi that a large body of rebels arrived at Springfield the day 
before, on their way to reinforce Price, and that the enemy was now 
two thousand strong. 

Zagonyi would have been justified if he had turned back. But the 
Guard had been made the subject of much malicious remark, and had 
brought ridicule upon the general. Should they retire now, a storm 
of abuse would burst upon them. Zagonyi, therefore, took no counsel 
of prudence. He could not hope to defeat and capture the foe, but he 
might surprise them, dash into their camp, destroy their train, and, as 
•he ex|Dressed it, "disturb their sleep," obtaining a victory which, for 
its moral effect, would be worth the sacrifice it cost. His daring resolve 
found unanimous and ardent assent among his zealous followers. 

The Union farmer offered to guide Zagonyi by a circuitous route to 
the rear of the rebel position, and under his guidance he left the main 
road about five miles from Springfield. 

CAPTURE OF MAJOR WHITE. 

After an hour of repose. White set out in pursuit of his men, driving 
his horses at a gallop. He knew nothing of the change in Zagonyi's 
plans, and supposed the attack was to be made upon the front of the 
town. He therefore continued upon the main road, expecting every 
minute to overtake the column. As he drew near the village, and 
heard and saw nothing of Zagonyi, he supposed the enemy had left 
the place and the Federals had taken it without, opposition. The 
approach to Springfield from the north is through a forest, and the 
village cannot be seen until the outskirts are reached. A sudden turn 
in a road brought White into the very midst of a strong rebel guard. 
They surrounded him, seized his horses, and in an instant he and his 
companion were prisoners. 

When they learned his rank, they danced around him like a pack 
of savages, shouting and holding their cocked pieces at his heart. 
The leader of the party had, a few days before, lost a brother in a 
skirmish with Wyman's force, and with loud oaths he swore that the 
Federal major should die in expiation of his brother's death. He was 



ZAGONYI REACHES THE ENEMY's KEAR 117 

about to carry his inhuman threat into execution, when Major Wliite 
boldly faced him/' If my men were here, I'd give you all the revenge you 
want." At this moment a young rebel officer, Captain Wroton by name — 
of whom more hereafter — pressed through the throng, and placing him- 
self in front of White, declared that he would protect the prisoner with 
his own li^^. The firm bearing of Wroton saved the Major's life, but 
his captors robbed him and hurried him to their camp, where he 
remained during the fight, exposed to the hottest of the fire, an 
excited but helpless spectator of the stirring events which followed. 
He promised his generous protector that he would not attempt to 
escape, unless his men should try to rescue him; but Captain Wroton 
remained by his side guarding him. 

ZAGONYI REACHES THE ENEMY's REAR. 

Making a detour of twelve miles, Zagonyi approached the position 
of the enem3^ The}^ were encamped half a mile west of Springfield, 
upon a hill which sloped to the east. Along the northern side of their 
camp was a broad and well traveled road ; along the southern side, a 
narrow lane ran down to a brook at the foot of the hill ; the space 
between, about three hundred yards broad, was the field of battle. 
Along the west side of the field, separating it from the county fair 
ground, was another lane, connecting the main road and the first 
mentioned lane. The side of the hill was clear, but its summit which 
was broad and flat, was covered with a rank growth of small timber, 
so dense as to be impervious to horse. 

The foe were advised of the intended attack. When Major White 
was brought into their camp, they were preparing to defend their 
position. As appears from the confessions of prisoners, they had 
twenty-two hundred men, of whom four hundred were cavalry, the 
rest being infantry, armed with shot-guns, American rifles, and 
revolvers. 

Twelve hundred of their foot were posted along the edge of the wood 
upon the crest of the hill. The cavalry was stationed upon the extreme 
left, on top of a spur of the hill and in front of a patch of timber. 
Sharpshooters were concealed behind the trees close to the fence along- 
side the lane, and a small number in some underbrush near the foot 
of the hill. Another detachment guarded their train, holding posses- 
sion of the county fair ground, which was surrounded by a high board 
fence. 

This position was unassailable by cavalry from the road, the only 
point of attack being down the lane on the right ; and the enemy was 
so disposed as to command this approach perfectly. The lane was a 



118 ZAGONYI'S FAMOUS CAVALRY CHARGE. 

blind one, being closed, after passing the brook, by fences and ploughed 
land ; it was in fact a cut de sac. If the infantry should stand, nothing 
could save the rash assailants. There are horsemen sufficient to sweep 
the little band before them, as helplessly as the withered forest leaves 
in the grasp of the autumn winds ; there are deadly marksmen lying 
behind the trees upon the heights, and lurking in the long grass upon 
the lowlands ; while a long line of foot stand upon the summit of the 
slope, who, only stepping a few paces back into the forest, may defy 
the boldest riders. Yet down this narrow lane, leading into the very 
jaws of death, came the three hundred. 

On the prairie, at the edge of the woodland in which he knew his 
wily foe lay hidden, Zagonyi halted his command. He spurred along 
the line. With eager glance he scanned each horse and rider. 

To his officers he gave the simple order, " Follow me ! do as I do ! " 
and then, drawing up in front of his men, with a voice tremulous and 
shrill with emotion, he spoke : 

" Fellow soldiers, comrades, brothers ! This is your first battle. 
For our three hundred, the enemy have two thousand. If any of you 
are sick, or tired by the long march, or if any think the number is 
too great, now is the time to turn back." 
He paused ; no one was sick or tired. 

" We must not retreat. Our honor, the honor of our general and 
our country, tell us to go on. I will lead you. We have been called 
holiday soldiers for the pavements of St. Louis ; to-day we will show 
that we are soldiers for the battle. Your watchword shall be, ' Tlie 
Union and Fremont ! ' Draw sabre ! By the right flank — quick trot — 
march ! " 

Bright swords flashed in the sunshine, a passionate shout burst from 
every lip, and with one accord, the trot passing into a gallop, the com- 
pact column swept on in its deadly purpose. 

Most of them were boys. A few weeks before they had left their 
homes. Those who were cool enough to note it say that ruddy cheeks 
grew pale, and fiery eyes were dimmed with tears. Who shall tell 
what thoughts — what visions of peaceful cottages nestling among the 
groves of Kentucky, or shining upon the banks of the Ohio and Illi« 
nois — what sad recollections of tearful farewells, of tender, loving faces, 
filled their minds during those fearful moments of suspense? 

RUNNING THE TERRIBLE GAUNTLET. 

No word was spoken. With lips compressed, firmly clenching their 
sword-hilts, with quick tramp of hoofs and clang of steel, honor lead- 
ing and glory awaiting them, the young soldiers flew forward, each 



RUNNING THE TERRIBLE GAUNTLET. 119 

brave rider and each straining steed members of one huge creature, 
enormous, terrible, irresistible. 

" 'Twere worth ten years of peaceful life. 
One glance at their array." 

They pass the fair ground. They are at the corner of the lane where 
the wood begins. It runs close to the fence on their left for a hundred 
yards, and beyond it they see white tents gleaming. They are half- 
way past the forest, when, sharp and loud, a volley of musketry bursts 
upon the head of the column ; horses stagger, riders reel and fall, but 
the troop presses forward undismayed. The farther corner of the 
wood is reached, and Zagonyi beholds the terrible array. Amazed, he 
involuntarily checks his horse. The rebels are not surprised. 

There to the left they stand, crowning the height, foot and horse- 
ready to engulf him if he shall be rash enough to go on. The road 
he is following declines rapidly. There is but one thing to do — run 
the gauntlet, gain the cover of the hill, and charge upon the steep. 
These thoughts pass quicker than they can be told. He waves his 
sabre over his head, and shouting, " Forward ! follow me ! quick trot I 
gallop 1" he dashes headlong down the stony road. The first company 
and most of the second follow. 

From the left a thousand muzzles belch forth a hissing flood of 
bullets ; the poor fellows clutch wildly in the air, and fall from their 
saddles, and maddened horses throw themselves against the fences. 
Their speed is not for an instant checked ; farther down the hill they 
fly, like wasps driven by the leaden storm. Sharp volleys pour out 
from the underbrush at the left, clearing wide gaps through their ranks. 
They leap the brook, take down the fence, and draw up under the 
shelter of the hill. Zagonyi looks around him, and to his horror sees 
that only a fourth of his men are with him. He cries, " They do not 
come — we are lost !" and frantically waves his sabre. 

He had not long to wait. The delay of the rest of the Guard was 
not from hesitation. When Captain Foley reached the lower corner 
of the wood and saw the enemy's line, he thought a flank attack might 
be advantageously made. He ordered some of his men to dismount 
and take down the fence. This was done under a severe fire. Several 
men fell, and he found the wood so dense that it could not be pene- 
trated. 

Looking down the hill, he saw the flash of Zagonyi's sabre, and at 
once gave the order " Forward !" At the same time Lieutenant Ken- 
nedy, a stalwart Kentuckian, shouted, " Come on, boys ! remember old 
Kentucky !" and the third company of the Guard — fire on every sidw 



120 ZAGONYI'S FAMOUS CAVALRY CHARGE. 

of them, from behind trees, from under the fences — with thundering 
cheers and long strides poured down the slope and rushed to the side 
of Zagonyi. They have seventy dead and wounded men, and the 
carcasses of horses are strewn along the lane. Kennedy is wounded 
in the arm and lies upon the stones, his faithful charger standing 
motionless beside him. Lieutenant Goff received a wound in the 
thigh ; he kept his seat, and cried out, " The devils have hit me, but I 
will give it to them yet !" 

The remnant of the Guard are now in the field under the hill, and 
from the shape of the ground the Rebel fire sweeps with the roar of a 
whirlwind over their heads. Here we will leave them for a moment, 
and trace the fortunes of 

MAJOR white's " PRAIRIE SCOUTS." 

When Foley brought his troop to a halt. Captain Fairbanks, at the 
head of the first company of Scouts, was at the point where the first 
volley of musketry had been received. The narrow lane was crowded 
by a dense mass of struggling horses, and filled with the tumult of 
battle. Captain Fairbanks says, and he is corroborated by several of 
his men who were near, that at this moment an officer of the Guard 
rode up to him and said, " They are flying, take your men down that 
lane and cut off their retreat " — pointing to the lane on the left. Cap- 
tain Fairbanks was not able to identify the person who gave this 
order. It certainly did not come from Zagonyi, who was several hun- 
dred yards further on. Captain Fairbanks executed the order, followed 
by the second company of Prairie Scouts, under Captain Kehoe. When 
this movement was made. Captain Naughton, with the Third Irish 
Dragoons, had not reached the corner of the lane. 

He came up at a gallop, and was about to follow Fairbanks, w^hen 
he saw a Guardsman who pointed in the direction in which Zagonyi 
had gone. He took this for an order, and obeyed it. When he reached 
the gap in the fence made by Foley, not seeing anything of the Guard, 
he supposed they had passed through at that place, and gallantly at- 
tempted to follow. Thirteen men fell in a few minutes. Naughton was 
shot in the arm and dismounted. Lieutenant Connolly spurred into the 
underbush, and received two balls through the lungs and one in the 
left shoulder. The Dragoons, at the outset more than fifty strong, were 
broken and dispirited by the loss of their officers, and retired. A 
sergeant rallied a few, and brought them up to the gap again, but 
they were again driven back. 

Five of the boldest passed down the hill, joined Zagonyi, and were 
conspicuous by their valor during the rest of the day. Fairbanks 



CHARGE OP THE BODY GUARD. 121 

and Kehoe, having gained the rear and left of the enemy's position, 
made two or three assaults uj)on detached parties of the foe, but did 
not join in the main attack. 

CHARGE OP THE BODY GUARD. 

I now return to the Guard. It is forming undei the shelter of the 
hill. In front, with gentle inclination, rises a grassy slope, broken by 
occasional tree stumps. A line of fire upon the summit marks the 
position of the rebel infantry, and nearer, and on the top of a lower 
eminence to the right, stands their horse. Up to this time no Guards- 
man has struck a blow, but blue coats and bay horses lie thick along 
the bloody lane. Their time has come. Lieutenant Mathenyi, with 
thirty men, is ordered to attack the cavalry. 

With sabres flashing over their heads, the little band of heroes spring 
towards their tremendous foe. Right upon the centre they charge. 
The dense mass opens, the blue coats force their way in, and the whole 
rebel squadron scatters in disgraceful flight through the corn-fields in 
the rear. The bays follow them, sabering the fugitives. Days after, 
the enemy's horses lay thick among the uncut corn. 

Zagonyi holds his main body until Mathenyi disappears in the 
cloud of rebel cavalry ; then his voice rises through the air : 

" In open order — charge !" 

The line opens out to give play to their sword-arms. Steeds respond 
to the ardor of their riders, and, quick as thought, with thrilling cheers 
the noble hearts rush into the leaden torrent which pours down the 
incline. With unabated fire the gallant fellows press through. Their 
fierce outset is not even checked. The foe do not wait for them — they 
waver, break and fly. The Guardsmen spur into the midst of the rout, 
and their fast-falling swords work a terrible revenge. Some of the 
boldest of the Southrons retreat into the woods, and continue a mur- 
derous fire from behind trees and thickets. 

Seven Guard horses fall upon a space not more than twenty feet 
square. As his steed sinks under him, one of the offiers is caught 
around the shoulders by a grapevine, and hangs dangling in the air 
until he is cut down by his friends. 

The rebel foot are flying in furious haste from the field. Some take 
refuge in the fair ground, some hurry into the corn-field, but the 
greater part run along the edge of the wood, swarm over the fence 
into the road, and hasten to the village. The Guardsmen follow. Zagonyi 
leads them. Over the loudest roar of battle rings his clarion 
voice : 

" Come on. Old Kentucky I I'm with you 1" 



122 ZAGONYl's FAMOUS CAVALRY CHARGE. 

And the flasli of his sword-blade tells his men where to go. As he 
approaches a barn, a man steps from behind the door and lowers his 
rifle ; but, before it has readied the level, Zagonyi's sabre-point descends 
upon his head, and his life blood leaps to the very top of the huge 
barn-door. 

The conflict now rages through the village — in the public square 
and along the streets. Up and down the Guards ride in squads of 
three or four, and wherever they see a group of the enemy charge 
upon and scatter them. It is hand to hand. Not one but has a sshare 
in the fray. 

AFTER THE BATTLE. 

It is evening; the foe has left the village, and the battle has ceased. 
The assembly is sounded, and the Guards gather in the plaza. Not 
more than eighty mounted men appear ; the rest are killed, wounded 
or unhorsed. By nine o'clock the wounded had been carried to the 
hospital, and the dismounted troops were placed in charge of them — 
in the double capacity of nurses and guards, Zagonyi expected the 
foe to return every minute. It seemed like madness to try and hold 
the town with his small force, exhausted by the long march and des- 
perate fight. He therefore left Springfield, and retired before morning 
twenty-five miles on the Bolivar road. 

Captain Fairbanks did not see his conimander after leaving the 
column in the lane at the commencement of the engagement. About 
dusk he repaired to the prairie, and remained there within a mile of 
the village until midnight, when he followed Zagonyi, rejoining him 
in the morning. 

The loss of the enemy, as reported by some of their working party, 
was one hundred and sixteen killed. The number of wounded could 
not be ascertained. After the conflict had drifted away from the hill- 
side, some of the foe had returned to the field, taken away their wounded 
and robbed our dead. 

The loss of the Guard was fifty-three out of one hundred and forty- 
eight actually engaged, twelve men having been left by Zagonyi in 
charge of his train. The Prairie Scouts reported a loss of thirty-one 
out of one hundred and thirty : half of these belonging to the Irish 
Dragoons, In a neighboring field an Irishman was found stark and 
stiff", still clinging to the hilt of his sword, which was thrust through 
the body of a rebel who lay beside him. Within a few feet a second 
rebel lay, shot through the head. 

It was the first essay of raw troops, and yet there are few more bril- 
liant achievements in history. 



INCIDENTS OF THE BATTLE. 123 

INCIDENTS OF THE BATTLE, 

Sergeant Hunter, of the Kentucky company, was one whose soldierly 
figure never failed to attract the eye in the ranks of the Guard. He 
had served in the regular cavalry, and the Body Guard had profited 
greatly from his skill as a drill-master. He lost three horses in the 
fight. As soon as one was killed, he caught another from the rebels. 
The third horse taken by him in this way he rode into St. Louis. 

The sergeant slew five men. " I won't speak of those I shot," said 
he; " another may have hit them ; but those I touched with my sabre 
I am sure of, because Ifelt them." 

At the beginning of the charge he came to the extreme right, and 
took position next to Zagonyi, whom he followed closely through the 
battle. The Major seeing him, said : 

"Why are you here. Sergeant Hunter? Your place is with your 
company on the left." 

" I kind o' wanted to be in front," was the answer. 

"What could I say to such a man?" exclaimed Zagonyi, speaking 
of the matter afterwards. 

There was hardly a horse or rider among the survivors that did not 
bring away some mark of the fray. I saw one animal with no less 
than seven wounds — none of them serious. Scabbards were bent, 
clothes and caps pierced, pistols injured. I saw one pistol from which 
the sight had been cut as neatly as it could have been done by 
machinery. A piece of board a few inches long was cut from a fence 
on the field, in which there were thirty-one shot holes. 

Just before the charge, Zagonyi directed one of his buglers, a French- 
man, to sound a signal. The bugler did not seem to pay any atten- 
tion to the order, but darted off with Lieutenant Mathenyi. A few 
moments afterwards he was observed in another part of the field vigor- 
ously pursuing the flying infantry. His active form was always seen 
in the thickest of the fight. 

When the line was formed in the plaza, Zagonyi noticed the bugler, 
and approaching him said, " In the midst of the battle you disobeyed 
my order. You are unworthy to be a member of the Guard. I dis- 
miss you." 

The bugler showed his bugle to the indignant commander — the 
mouthpiece of the instrument was shot away. He said, " Ze mouf 
vas shot off. I could not bugle viz mon bugle, and so I bugle viz 
mon pistol and sabre." It is unnecessary to add that the brave French- 
man was not dismissed. 

There was at least one true soldier in the Southern ranks. A young 
ofiicer, superbly mounted, charged alone upon a large body of the 



124 ZAGONYl's FAMOUS CAVALRY CHARGE. 

Guard. He passed through the line unscathed, killing one man. He 
wheeled, charged back, and again broke through, killing another 
man. 

A third time he rushed upon the Federal line, a score of sabre-points 
confronted him, a cloud of bullets flew around him, but he pressed on 
until he reached Zagonyi — he pressed his pistol so close to the major's 
side that he felt it, and drew convulsively back ; the bullet passed 
through the front of Zagonyi's coat, who at the instant ran the daring 
rebel through the body; he fell, and the men, thinking their com- 
mander hurt, killed his assailant with half a dozen wounds. 

"He was a brave man," said Zagonyi afterwards, "and I did not 
wish to make him a prisoner." 

MAJOR WHITE RELEASES HIMSELF AND CAPTURES HIS CAPTORS. 

To return to Major White. During the conflict upon the hill, he 
was in the forest near the front of the rebel line. Here his horse was 
shot under him. Captain Wroton kept careful watch over him. When 
the flight began he hurried White away, and, accompanied by a squad 
of eleven men, took him ten miles into the country. They stopped at 
a farm-house for the night. White discovered that their host was a 
Union man. 

The major had agreed with Captain Wroton that he would not 
attempt to escape unless his own men should try to rescue him. Watch- 
ing his chance, he whispered to the astonished farmer, " I am a Union 
officer. Send word to my men at Springfield at once." 

The farmer placed his little son on his swiftest horse, and the lad 
rode like the wind to Springfield. The rebel guard placed one man 
outside, on picket, while the rest drowsily kept watch over their pris- 
oner within the house. At three in the morning twenty-six of the 
Home Guard surrounded the house and captured the whole party. 
Major White took command at once and posted his guard over his 
late captors. 

That evening, while awaiting supper, Captain Wroton had coolly 
remarked : 

" We have a little leisure now, major, and I guess I will just amuse 
myself by looking over your papers," which he proceeded to do. 

In the morning, while waiting for breakfast, the major quietly 
observed : 

" Captain, we seem to have a little leisure, and I think I will amuse 
myself by looking over your papers," and so he did. Truly, a righteous 
retribution. 



REVIEW OF THE ARMIES. 




Washington, May 23-24, 1865. 

I HE total number of men and officers in the military 
service of the United States on the first day of May, 
1865, was 1,000,516. The army had been rapidly 
recruited during the last few months of the year. The 
impression that a great and final victory was near at 
hand, and the prospect of a short and decisive campaign^ 
with a prosperous ending, had stimulated the warlike 
propensities of the North so that the army was brought up to the 
tremendous figure above given. 

Nearly a million and a half more men had previously been enrolled 
in the Federal service, and to these two items must be added a roll that 
reached at that time above 360,000 — the grand army of the dead. 

The official figures of the War Department show that 2,859,182 mer* 
were enrolled in the military service during the four years of the Civil 
War ; many of these, however, were enrolled more than once, owing- 
to re-enlistment, so that it is impossible to ascertain the exact number 
of individuals actually engaged in the conflict. An approximate esti- 
mate, made by the most competent judges, has fixed the most probable 
number at 2,300,000. Of this vast multitude nearly 360,000 died in 
the service, the official figures being as follows, viz. : killed in battle, 
67,058 ; died of wounds and injuries, 43,032 ; died of disease and from 
exposure, 224,586 ; from causes not specially classified, 24,852 ; total, 
359,528. 

As before stated, the army numbered over a million men on the first 
of May following Lee's surrender, and the order had gone forth to 
muster out nearly the entire force. As a matter of fact this was done 
so expeditiously that in an incredibly short time there were but 25,000 
soldiers on Uncle Sam's pay-roll. The army appropriations for the 
fiscal year succeeding the war were only $33,814,461 against $516,- 
240,131 for the year preceding. 

But before this grand army melted away into the channels of every- 
day life, the laurel-crowned veterans were allowed one final triumph, 
one final burst of glory — a march through the streets of the national 
capital, in the midst of the grateful people whose nationality they had 
saved, following the chieftains who had led them on many a gory field., 

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12G REVIEW OP THE ARMIES. 

It was a most tremendous spectacle — saddening but inspiriting^ 
thrilling and glowing. Its like was never seen before, will never be 
seen again and can never be forgotten. Nearly 200,000 American 
patriots, fresh from victorious combat, seared, scarred, and worn by 
the conflict — hands steeped in the blood of their fellow men, and 
hearts hardened to deeds of reckless slaughter — men who but a few 
brief days before had revelled in the roar of battle and flung them- 
selves with smiles into the very jaws of death — these men v/ere now 
returning to their homes and firesides, to their counting-rooms and 
offices, to their shops and fields, to take up anew the battle of life in 
the peaceful walks which they had left at duty's call. 

No conscripts they, nor hireling crew, but true-hearted patriots who, 
of their own free will, had taken up arms to defend not a monarch's 
rights but their own. 

The grand review occurred on the 23rd and 24th of May, 1865, and 
was participated in by some two hundred thousand men, about equally 
<3ivided between Sherman's army and the Army of the Potomac. This 
victorious host filled spacious Pennsylvania avenue from the Capitol 
to Georgetown on two successive days. The army of the Potomac was 
reviewed on the 23rd by General Grant and President Johnson in the 
presence of members of Congress and the entire diplomatic corps; while 
on the following day the glorious army of General Sherman was the 
«centre of attraction. 

REVIEW OP MEADE's ARMY. 

The morning of May 23 broke clear and sparkling. The weather 
was all that a May day in Washington could afford. The trees were 
budding forth in verdant beauty, and the spring flowers were bursting 
into bloom. While all nature smiled the hearts of men seemed also 
to be filled with grateful thanksgiving and a buoyant sense of safety 
-and victory. Pennsylvania avenue was lined from early morn with 
throngs of enthusiastic spectators, bearing garlands of beauteous flow- 
ers with which to deck the battle-scarred heroes. 

The Army of the Potomac, which, for four years, had been the living 
bulwark of the National Capital, was given precedence and passed first 
in review. At its head rode the " hero of Gettysburg," General George 
<jr. Meade, attended by a brilliant staff. Sheridan's famous cavalry 
came next, but the doughty little commander himself was not there, 
having already gone to his new post of duty in the Southwest. In his 
absence the cavalry was commanded by General Merritt, who shared 
with his chief the love and confidence of the army and of the cx)untry. 
At the head of Merritt's line rode Custer — the ideal cavalryman — 



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127 



commanding the third division. No officer in all the army com- 
manded more respect and attention than did this dashing young gen- 
eral. He was superbly mounted, as usual, and had an opportunity to 
display his wonderful horsemanship; for his tiery steed, becoming un- 




MAJOR-GENERAT. AMBROSE E. BURNSIDE. 
{From a War-time Photograph.) 



manageable through fright and mettle, bolted at a point not far from 
the Treasury building, and carried its rider past the reviewing stand 
like a flash of light. But Custer soon mastered the unruly beast, and 
as he returned and rode quietly by the second time, he was greeted 
,/ith stormy applause and literally covered with wreaths of flowers 
which were heaped upon him by friends on the pavement. 

Flowers everywhere. All the leading commanders were burdened 
with floral gifts ; hundreds of subordinate officers and privates were 
the recipients of the same graceful courtesy. 



128 REVIEW OF THE ARMIES. 

Following the cavalry appeared the steady columns of the glorious 
old Ninth Corps, with Parke in command, and Burnside in loving 
remembrance. Tumultuous applause greeted these veterans as they 
passed with swinging stride. Wilcox led the First division ; then came 
Griffin (S. G.), with the Second ; and then the swarthy, soldierly, eagle- 
eyed Hartranft with the Third. 

The Fifth corps — " the fighting Fifth from Five Forks " — came next, 
under General Charles Griffin, and received an ovation at every step. 
When the head of this warrior column reached the reviewing stand 
the men recognized their old commander — W^arren — seated beside 
the general-in-chief, and what a tremendous cheering they set up! It 
must have warmed the heart of the gallant Warren to see that the love 
and confidence of his old soldiers had not decreased one particle be- 
cause of his harsh treatment at the hands of Sheridan. If any doubt 
existed it must have been dispelled by this spontaneous outbreak. 
The Fifth embraced some notable commanders and man}'^ valorous 
regiments. Such generals as Ayres, Bartlett, Crawford, Pearson^ 
Chamberlain and Baxter made up a galaxy of brilliant field com- 
manders whose deeds entitled them to the generous applause that 
greeted them. 

Upon the heels of the Fifth marched the battle-scarred old Second 
corps, with Humphreys — looking every inch a soldier — riding grimly 
at the head, a worthy successor to Hancock " the superb." As the 
well-known '' ace of clubs," fluttering in the balmy breeze, was proudly 
borne down the spacious thoroughfare, a wave of hearty applause 
accompanied the solid columns that followed it. The brilliant young 
division commanders, Miles and Barlow, who had risen like rockets 
from the ranks of the volunteers, came in for a large share of the 
demonstrations of affection that were showered upon this popular 
command. 

The order of march was as follows : — 

Major-General George Gordon Meade. 

STAFF. 

CAVALRY. 

Major-General Wesley Merritt. 

THIRD DIVISION. 

Brevet Major-General George A. Custer. 
1st Brigade, Colonel A. C. M. Pennington (3d New Jersey Cavalry.) 
2d Brigade, Brigadier-General William Wells (1st Vermont Cavalry). 
3d Brigade, Colonel H. Capehart (1st West Virginia Cavalry). 



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BEVIEW OF MEADE's ARM^T. 129 

SECOND DIVISION. 

Major-General George Crook. 
Ist Brigade, Brigadier-General Henry E. Davies (2d New York Cavalry). 
2d Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General John I. Gregg (6th Penn. Cav.). 
3d Brigade, Brevet Brigadier General C. H. Smith (1st Maine Cavalry). 

FIRST DIVISION. 

Brigadier-General Thomas C. Deven (6th New York Cavalry). 
Ist Brigade, Colonel Peter Stagg (1st Michigan Cavalry). 
2d Brigade, Colonel Charles L. Fitzhugh (6th New York Cavalry). 
3d Brigade, Brigadier-General Alfred Gibbs (1st New York Dragoons). 

NINTH ARMY CORPS. 
Major-General John G. Parke. 

FIRST DIVISION. 

Brevet Major-General O. B. Wilcox. 
Ist Brigade, Colonel Samuel Harriman (87th Wisconsin). 
2d Brigade, Brevet Colonel Ralph Ely (9th Michigan). 
3d Brigade, Colonel James Bintliff (88th Wisconsin). 

SECOND DIVISION. 

Brigadier-General S. G. GriflSn. 
Ist Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General John I. Curtin (45th Pennsylvania). 
2d Brigade, Colonel H. B. Titus (9th New Hampshire). 

THIRD DIVISION. 

Brevet Major-General John F. Hartranft. 
1st Brigade, Colonel A. B. McCalmont (208th Pennsylvania). 
2d Brigade, Colonel J. A. Matthews (205th Pennsylvania). 
Artillery Brigade, Bvt. Brig.-Gen. J. C. Tidball (4th N. Y. Heavy Artillery) 

FIFTH ARMY CORPS. 
Brevet Major-General Charles Griffin. 

FIRST DIVISION. 

Brevet Major-General J. J. Bartlett (27th New York). 
1st Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General A. L. Pearson (155th Pennsylvania), 
2d Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General E. M, Gregory (91st Pennsylvania), 
3d Brigade, Brigadier-General J. L. Chamberlain (20th Maine). 

SECOND DIVISION. 

Major-General Romayn B. Ayres. 
1st Brigade, Brigadier-General Joseph Hayes (18th Massachusetts). 
2d Brigade, Colonel D. L. Stanton (1st Maryland). 
3d Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General James Gwyn (118th Pennsylvania). 



130 REVIEW OF THE ARMIES. 

THIRD DIVISION. 

Major-General S. Wylie Crawford. 
1st Brigade, Colonel J. A. Kellogg (6th Wisconsin). 
2d Brigade, Brigadier-General Henry Baxter (2d Michigan). 
3d Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General Richard Coulter (11th Pennsylvania). 

SECOND ARMY CORPS. 
Major-General A. A. Humphreys. 

FIRST DIVISION. 

Brevet Major-General Nelson A. Miles 
1st Brigade, Colonel John Fraser (140th Pennsylvania). 
2d Brigade, Colonel R. Nugent (69th New York). 

3d Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General C. D. MacDougall (111th New York). 
4th Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General John Ramsey (8th New Jersey). 

SECOND DIVISION. 

Brevet Brigadier-General F. C. Barlow (61st New York). 
1st Brigade, Colonel W. L. Olmstead (59th New York). 
2d Brigade, Colonel J. P. Mclvor (170th New York). 
3d Brigade, Colonel Daniel Woodall (1st Delaware). 

THIRD DIVISION. 

Brevet Major-General Gershom Mott (New Jersey). 
1st Brigade, Brigadier-General R. De Trobriand (55th New York). 
2d Brigade, Brigadier-General Byron R. Pierce (8d Michigan). 
3d Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General R. McAllister (11th New Jersey). 
Artillery Brigade, Lt.-Col. J. G. Hazard (1st Rhode Island Light Artillery). 

One division of the Nineteenth Corps, under Brigadier-General 
Dwight, formerly Colonel of the Seventieth New York, participated in 
the review. The Sixth corps, commanded by Major-General H. G. 
Wright, was at the time stationed at Danville, Va. ; but it was reviewed 
at a later date, June 7, and made a most creditable showing. 

The officers are designated by the rank held at date of review. 
Many of them reached a much higher rank before leaving the service. 
This statement applies also to the roster of Sherman's army. 

The chief reviewing stand was erected near the White House, and 
was occupied by a brilliant array of governors, legislators, officers and 
diplomats. President Johnson and his cabinet held the place of honor, 
together with General Grant, who viewed the parade at the President's 
side. 

REVIEW OF Sherman's army. 

The next day, May 24th, Generals Sherman and Logan deserted 
the reviewing stand and marshalled their rugged battalions for the 



REVIEW OF SHERMAN S ARMY. 



131 



second day's festivities. " Old Tecumseh " himself rode at the head of 
his troops, and the swarthy, dashing Logan led the right wing of the 
army, having the day before been assigned to the command which his 
friends insist became his by right when McPherson fell. Howard, 
relieved by Logan, had just been appointed chief of the Freedmen's 
Bureau, and rode by the side of Sherman. 

Great as was the enthusiasm evoked by Meade's army, the reception 
accorded Sherman and his hosts was perhaps even more hearty and 
tumultuous. The commander was the recipient of greater attention 
than had been bestowed upon 
any of the officers the day be- 
fore, and he accepted the hom- 
age gracefully and silently, as 
is his wont. His chief lieuten- 
ants were well remembered, too. 
Between the two armies there 
was little reason for comparison. 
The army of the Potomac was 
not entirely composed of eastern 
soldiers; and Sherman's army 
contained the fragments of the 
eastern regiments which went 
to Tennessee with Hooker and 
Howard. But Sherman's com- 
mand was, in the main, com- 
posed of western men, and in physique and swinging vigor they 
overshadowed their comrades of Meade's command. The latter, 
however, were adjudged a trifle more perfect in discipline and neat- 
ness. But, on the whole, the material differences were not so great 
as to be noticed. 

There was an element of grotesque humor in the march of Sherman's 
army that did not appear in the well ordered ranks of Meade. Nearly 
every brigade was followed by its squad of " bummers," with charac- 
teristic garb and unique accessories. Diminutive donkeys appeared, 
laden with odd relics of the camp and field ; chickens and goats- 
regimental pets — passed by gravely mounted upon mules ; and not a few 
stray pickaninnies, adopted children of the companies, showed their 
little black faces gleaming with delight as the " bummers " passed by. 
While the review on the first day was attended by a great degree of 
pomp and martial ceremony, that on the second day was more pr®- 
vocative of mirthful surprises, and therefore extremely enjoyable. 

The order of review was as follows : 




MAJOR-GENERAL JOHN G. PARKE. 



132 REVIEW OF THE ARMIES. 

Major-General William T. Sherman. 

STAFF. 

ARMY OF THE TENNESSEE. 

Major-General John A. Logan. 

FIFTEENTH ARMY CORPS. 
Major-General William B. Hazen. ^■ 

FIRST DIVISION. 

Brigadier-General Charles B. Woods (76th Ohio). 
Ist Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General William B. Woods (76th Ohio). 
2d Brigade, Colonel R. F. Catterson (97th Indiana). 
3d Brigade, Colonel George A. Stone (25th Iowa). 

SECOND DIVISION. 

Brigadier-General J. M. Oliver (15th Michigan). 
1st Brigade, Colonel Theodore Jones (30th Ohio). 
2d Brigade, Colonel William S. Jones (53d Ohio). 
3d Brigade, Colonel F. S. Hutchinson (loth Michigan). 

FOURTH DIVISION. 

Brevet Major-General John M. Corse (6th Iowa). 
1st Brigade, Brigadier-General Elliott W. Rice (7th Iowa). 
2d Brigade, Brigadier-General W. T. Clark. 
3d Brigade, Colonel Richard Rowett (7th Illinois). 
Artillery Brigade, Lieutenant-Colonel W. H. Ross. 

SEVENTEENTH ARMY CORPS. 
Major-General Frank P. Blair, Jr. 

FIRST DIVISION. 

Brigadier-General Manning F. Force (20th Ohio). 
1st Brigade, Brigadier-General John W. Fuller (27th Ohio). 
2d Brigade, Brigadier-General John W. Sprague (63d Ohio). 
3d Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General John Tillson (10th Illinois). 

THIRD DIVISION. 

Brevet Major-General M. D. Leggett (78th Ohio). 
1st Brigade, Brigadier-General Charles Ewing. 
2d Brigade, Brigadier-General Robert K. Scott (68th Ohio). 

FOURTH DIVISION. 

Brevet Major-General Giles A. Smith (8th Missouri). 
1st Brigade, Brigadier-General B. F. Potts (22d Ohio). 
2d Brigade, Brigadier-General Carlos J. Stolbraud (2d Illinois Artillery). 
3d Brigade, Brigadier-General W. W. Belknap (15th Iowa). 
Artillery, Major Fred. Welker (1st Missouri Light Artillery). 



REVIEW OF Sherman's army. 133 

ARMY OF GEORGIA. 

Major-General Henry W. Slocum. 

TWENTIETH ARMY CORPS. 
Major-General Joseph A. Mower. 

FIRST DIVISION. 

Brevet Major-General A. S. Williams. 
1st Brigade, Brevet Brig.-Geu. James L. Selfridge (46th Pennsylvania). 
2d Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General William Hawley (3d Wisconsin). 
3d Brigade, Brigadier-General J. S. Robinson (82d Ohio). 

SECOND DIVISION. 

Brevet Major-General John W. Geary (28th Pennsylvania). 
1st Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General A. Pardee, Jr. (147th Pennsylvania). 
2d Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General George W. Mindil (33d New Jersey). 
3d Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General Henry A. Barnum (149th New York). 

THIRD DIVISION. 

Brevet Major-General W. T. Ward. 
1st Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General Benjamin Harrison (70th Indiana). 
2d Brigade, Brigadier-General Daniel Dustin (105th Illinois). 
3d Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General William Cogswell (2d Massachusetts), 
Artillery, Captain Charles E. Winegar (New York). 

FOURTEENTH ARMY CORPS. 
Major-General Jefferson C. Davis. 

FIRST DIVISION. 

Brigadier-General Charles C. Walcutt (45th Ohie). 
1st Brigade, Brevet Brigadier-General H. C. Hobart (21st Wisconsin). 
2d Brigade, Brigadier-General George P. Bueii (58th Indiana). 
3d Brigade, Colonel H. A. Hambright (79th Pennsylvania). 

SECOND DIVISION. 

Brevet Major-General James D. INIorgan (lOth Illinois). 
1st Brigade, Brigadier-General William Vendever (9th Iowa). 
2d Brigade, Brigadier-General John G. Mitchell (11th Ohio). 
Sd Brigade, Lieutenant-Colonel J. W. Langley (12oth Illinois). 

THIRD DIVISION. 

Brevet Major-General Absalom Baird. 
1st Brigade, Colonel M. C. Hunter (82d Indiana). 
2d Brigade, Colonel N. Gleason (87th Indiana). 
3d Brigade, Brigadier-General George S. Greene (60th New York). 



134 REVIEW OF IIIE ARMIES. 

These were, indeed, days of joy and gladness. They were days of 
proud triumph for two hundred thousand brave hearts ; the city was 
decked with all the garb of a festal holiday ; but under all ran a cur- 
rent of sadness. Memories of comrades slain, of messmates torn and 
maimed, of friends gone hence through war's sad privations, crowded 
the mind and chilled the heart. While the air was rent with cheers 
for the valiant survivors, the heart instinctively turned to those who 
had passed away. Thoughts of Reynolds, Sedgwick, Wadsworth, 
McPherson and a host of other brave hearts, now cold, were not dis- 
pelled by the cheers that greeted Meade and Sherman. In this hour 
of holiday festivity the footsteps of the hosts kept time with the very 
drums and fifes that had called the troops to arms so often in the dead 
of night, that had spurred them on to deeds of glory at Vicksburg and 
Antietam, that had led them to victory at Donelson and Five Forks, 
that had restored their wasting valor at Chickamauga and Fredericks- 
burg. The banners, torn and rent, the uniforms, soiled and pierced, 
gave evidence that this was no mere holiday parade. And so, amid 
all the cheering and shouting, lingered the element of sadness. And 
in all that display of pomp, power and victory, one face was missed — 
the hard and rugged, yet kindly, face of him for whose untimely loss 
the nation mourned, and to whom the heart of every soldier went out 
in love. The wise, gentle, patient, powerful Lincoln was no more. 
His great heart was stilled, and his sad, thoughtful face lay in the 
calm repose of death within the far-off western sepulchre. 

The great army he had created and maintained swung round the 
White House amid the ringing cheers of the multitude, while a pas- 
sionate but unavailing regret filled every soldier's heart, tinging all 
the splendor of victory with a purple hue of sadness. But who shall 
say that the immortal spirit of the noble martyr was not hovering 
about the shattered remnants of his faithful battalions, filling each 
heart with the sweet incense of undying patriotism ? 

DISBANDING THE ARMY. 

Sublime as was this spectacle, it sunk into insignificance beside the 
grandeur of the one presented a few days later on, when this great 
army of a million men, strong enough to conquer a hemisphere, 
melted away into the mass of the people as suddenly as it had sprung 
into being and was seen no more. No such organization had ever 
been seen before, and among European statesmen the prediction was 
freely made that this great force of men, intoxicated with victory and 
led by ofiicers who loved a conflict, would become a menace to the 
country ever after. These foreigners could not believe that the soldiers 



DISBANDING THE ARMY. 



135 



would peacefully disband and go back to toil and labor at the com- 
mand of the civilian rulers at Washington. 

But the American people, without giving the subject one serious 
thought, knew there was no danger. And so it came to pass that this 
grand army, while yet the world gazed upon it with silent apprehen- 
sion, disappeared like a vision, and when one looked again for it he 




MAJOR-GENERAL WM. T. SHERMAN. 

{From a War Time Photograph.) 



saw only peaceful citizens engaged in their customary occupations. 
The general whose martial achievements had set the world to talking, 
and whose deeds were discussed in every civilized tongue, was found 
amid his papers in his old law office precisely as if nothing had 
happened ; the gallant colonel who had led his men to victory on 
many a blood-stained field was to be found at his factory, doing busi- 
ness just the same as though he had returned from a mere pleasure 



130 FUN IN A REBEL PRISON. 

trip; and the veterans of the rank and file could be recognized only 
by name as one followed his plough across the long-deserted field, and 
another bent over his tools in the shop, or followed his accustomed 
avocation in whatever channel. 

At no time was there any of that reckless revolutionary spirit which 
generally attends the existence of a large armed force. The world 
looked on with wonder while our army vanished. The muster-out 
was ordered April 28, 1865 ; by August 7 of the same year, 641,000 
soldiers had become private citizens ; and by the 15th of November 
more than 800,000 had been mustered out. It had been the people's 
war; the people had taken it up, carried it on, and now, having 
finished it to their satisfaction, they quietly laid aside the weapons of 
warfare and took up again the instruments of peaceful industry. 

This view of the subject too often escapes the notice of the rising 
generation ; but it is important, for it proves the stability and safety 
of our peculiar form of government. 



FUN IN A REBEL PRISON. 




PTRANGE as it may seem, life in rebel prison pens was not 
entirely without its humorous side. Lieutenant S. G. Boone, 
now of Reading, Pa., who spent many long months in the 
southern prisons, relates an incident in his experience while 
at Columbia, S. C, which is well worth reading: 

Upon our arrival at Columbia we were encamped some distance 
from the city, with the Congaree river between us and Columbia. 
While at this camp escapes w^ere more frequent than elsewhere, as it 
was only necessary to slip the guards, which could be done with con- 
siderable safety under cover of darkness. One day a couple of the 
southern chivalry, fully equipped for the chase, with hunters' horns, 
etc., and who had just recaptured and returned to camp one of our 
comrades who had attempted to escape, came riding by the camp with 
a brace of blood hounds chained together. The dogs were considered 
very valuable by their owners, but they strayed among our huts in 
camp, and — well, after a careful search by guards and officials, their 
dead carcasses were finally found, hastily buried in a large hole in the 
central part of the camp from which we dug clay to plaster our huts. 
The authorities could never single out the men who killed the dogs, 
but, as a punishment to all, it was asserted that they anchored the 
dead dogs in the brook outside the guard line, and above the point at 
which we obtained our water for cooking purposes. 



AN OBLIGING BUT IMPKUDENT POKKER, 137 

AN OBLIGING BUT IMPRUDENT PORKER. 

An incident occurred in this camp one day which was very amusing^ 
particularly to tliose who took no active part in the affair, but were 
merely spectators. A large gentleman hog came marching into camp 
with as much sang froid as that species of animal generally possesses. 
The first intimation we had of a new arrival was the cry of "fresh 
fish " by one of our fellow prisoners. 

Will here say parenthetically that this application was one given to 
all new arrivals of prisoners. As soon as the cry of " fresh fish " was 
raised everybody was on tip-toe, straining his neck to see who he or 
they might be, and the moment these unfortunates got within hailing 
distance they were catechised something like this : 

" Hello, Cap, where were j'^ou scooped in ?" " Did you hide under 
a bed and your feet stick out?" " How's old Abe?" " Got any coffee 
in your haversack ?" " Got any greenbacks that you are going to throw 
away?" " Did the rebs march you here, or did you watch your chance 
and walk?" and innumerable other questions of no more importance. 

The arrival above mentioned was not " fresh fish," it was fresh pork. 
Oh, how we longed for fresh pork I The animal advanced " steady by 
jerks," like the Irishman's toad. Occasionally he would stop short, 
turn half way around, look back whence he came as if he expected 
some friend to accompany him, but in all probability it was to assure 
himself that his retreat would not be cut off in case he should make 
up his mind to return that way. As we did not want the authorities 
to know what had become of this intruder, we made no attempt to out- 
flank him, cut off his communication to the rear, nor do anything, in 
fact, that would attract their attention, but we cleared the w^ay and let 
him take his own course. On he came, with head and ears erect, and 
how he ever passed the guard without being challenged, or what his 
intentions, business or mission amongst us " Yanks " might be, is a 
mystery to the survivors of this camp to this day. He may have 
scented yams, a kind of sweet potato with which the rebel authorities 
were feeding us at the time, and which were grown to a great extent 
by people of that section of the country to feed their stock. Or he may 
have smelled sorghum, a kind of molasses of which we had such an 
abundance that the camp was named '* Camp Sorghum." Anyhow, he 
came across the " dead line " and made another halt. Since he carried 
no flag of truce, this unwarrantable intrusion on the part of his hog- 
ship must cost him his life, and hasty preparations were made to give 
him a warm reception. But now arose the question, pork or no pork? 
for he had taken a sniff in the air and his actions seemed to show that 
he considered it an unhealthy locality. Up to this time we were cau- 



138 A SOLDIER WITH IRON NERVE. 

tioning one another to " keep quiet ;"" keep back;" "let him come 
in," etc. One fellow, shouting at the top of his voice, " get your skillets 
and frying pans ready," came very near causing us the loss of our 
pork. Finally, after taking in the situation, a dead silence reigning 
over the field, and considering himself safe among his friends, our 
abode resembling hog pens more than human habitations, he made 
one dive in among our huts and in an instant was hemmed in on all 
sides. We welcomed him — not with open arms — but with chopping 
blocks, poles, axes, saws, stones, knives, forks, old buckets, camp kettles ; 
even old boots were fired at him. One old colonel who was cooking 
mush, without coat or hat, joined in the exciting chase, and dealt some 
heavy blows with the mush ladle, when the hog turned on him and 
the colonel showed the white feather. It was a terrific onslaught. The 
air was filled with flying missiles of all descriptions, and woe to him 
who happened to be in the path of this murderous gang ; if he escaped 
being upset by the hog, he stood a good chance of being knocked down 
and trampled upon. 

The hog was finally murdered, and, without the usual method of 
dressing, was cut and hacked to pieces. Large chunks of flesh, still 
quivering, and without removing hide or hair, were hastily taken to 
the different quarters, and the happy possessors were soon pacing in 
front of their huts with hands rammed in their pockets up to their 
elbows, with a long face wearing such an expression of innocence, pur- 
ity of heart and harmlessness as is seldom seen outside of a church. 
But we had our fresh pork all the same. 



A SOLDIER WITH IRON NERVE. 




jURING the fighting at Fort Donelson, Tenn., an instance 
of endurance and patience occurred at the hospital on the 
right wing. Th e Union columns having been forced back, the 
hospital, which was a little up from the road, had come 
within range of the rebels' fire, and was fast becoming an unpleasant 
position, but no damage was done to it. Just about this time a poor 
fellow came sauntering leisurely along, with the lower part of his arm 
dangling from the part above the elbow, it having been struck by a 
grape-shot. Meeting the surgeon in the house, who was busily attend- 
ing to other wounded, he inquired how long it would be before he 
could attend to him, and was told in a few minutes. "All right," said 
the wounded man, and then walked outside and watched the progress 
of the battle for a short time, and then returned and awaited the sur- 



KENTUCK AGAINST KENTUCK. 139 

geou's opportunity to attend to him. The arm was amputated with- 
out a murmur from the unfortunate man. After the stump was bound 
up, the young man put his good hand into his pocket, and took out a 
piece of tobacco, from which he took a chew, then walking over to the 
fire, he leaned his well arm against the mantel-piece, and rested his 
head against his arm, and kept squirting tobacco-juice into the fire, 
whilst his eyes were cast into the flames, all with the most astonishing 
composure, as though he was indulging in some pleasant reverie. He 
remained in this position for some time, and then coolly walked off. 



KENTUCK AGAINST KENTUCK. 



^[f|N the rebel charge upon McCook's right in the battle of Stone 
River, the rebel Third Kentucky was advancing full upon one 
of the loyal Kentucky regiments. These two regiments were 
brought from the same county, and consequently were old 
friends and neighbors, and now about to meet for the first time as 
enemies. As soon as they came near enough for recognition, they 
mutually ceased firing, and began abusing, and cursing, and swearing 
at each other, calling each other the most outlandish names; and all 
this time the battle was roaring around them without much attention 
from either side. It was hard to tell which regiment would come off 
the victor in this wordy battle. As far as I could see, both sides were 
terrible at swearing; but this could not always last; by mutual con- 
sent they finally ceased cursing, and grasping their muskets charged 
into each other with the most unearthly yell ever heard on any field 
of battle. Muskets were clubbed, bayonet met bayonet, and in many 
instances, when old feuds made the belligerents crazy with passion, the 
musket was thrown away, and at it they went, pummelling, pulling, 
and gouging in rough and tumble style, and in a manner that any 
looker-on would consider a free fight. The rebels were getting rather 
the better of the fight, when the Twenty-third Kentucky succeeded in 
giving a flanking fire, when they retreated with quite a number of 
prisoners in their possession. The rebels had got fairly under way 
when the Ninth Ohio came up on the double-quick, and charging on 
their now disordered ranks, succeeded in capturing all their prisoners, 
besides taking in return a great many of the rebels. As the late bel- 
ligerents were conducted to the rear they appeared to have forgotten 
their late animosity, and were now on the best terms imaginable, laugh- 
ing and chatting, and joking, and, as the rebels were well supplied with 
whiskey, the canteens were readily handed about from one to the other, 
until they all became as jolly as possible under the circumstances. 



140 



THE IRISH OF IT. 

THE IRISH OF IT. 




SON of the Green Isle, a member of Gillam's Middle Ten- 
nessee Regiment, while stationed at Nashville, was detailed 
on guard duty on a prominent street of that city. It was 
his first experience at guard mounting, and he strutted 
along his beat, apparently with a full appreciation of the dignity and 
importance of his position. As a citizen approached, he shouted— 
"Halt! Who comes there?" 




THE WIDE AWAKE SENTINEL. 



**A citizen," was the response. 

** Advance, citizen, and give the countersign." 

"I haven't the countersign ; and, if I had, the demand for it at this 
time and place is something very strange and unusual," rejoined the 
citizen. 



A deserter's terrible ordeal. 141 

"An' by the howly Moses, ye don't pass this way at all till ye say 
Bunker Hill," was Pat's reply. 

The citizen, appreciating the "situation," advanced and cautiously 
whispered in his ear the necessary words. 

" Right ! Pass on." And the wide-awake sentinel resumed his beat. 



A DESERTER'S TERRIBLE ORDEAL. 



^OR deserting his post, a private in a certain regiment was tried 
by a court-martial and found guilty, the punishment for which 

}^M is death. His execution was deferred for some time, and he 

was kept in a painful state of suspense. At last the time 

was fixed for his execution, and five regiments were drawn up in line to 

witness it, while a file of tw^elve men were in advance to execute the 

sentence of death by shooting him. 

The prisoner was led forward blindfolded, and the usual words of 
preparation and command were given in a low, measured tone, by the 
officer in command. 

During the interval between the commands, " take aim," and " fire,'* 
and before the last word w^as given, a horseman rode rapidly up the 
road, waving in the air a paper, which was understood by all present 
to be a reprieve. Covered with dust and perspiration, the officer rode 
hurriedly up to the officer in command, and delivered to him what 
really joroved to be a reprieve. 

The shout " reprieve " fell upon the poor soldier's ear, which was 
already strained to the utmost in anticipation of hearing the last and 
final word that was to usher his soul into the presence of his Creator; 
it was too much for him, and he fell back upon his coffin apparently 
dead. 

The bandage was removed from his eyes, but reason had taken its 
flight, and he became a hopeless maniac. He was discharged from the 
army, and sent home to his friends. His death had really never been 
intended ; but it was deemed necessary for the good order and disci- 
pline of the army to make an impression upon not only himself, but 
the whole brigade ; for that purpose the forms of the execution were 
regularly gone through with, in presence of five regiments, and the 
reprieve arrived in good time, as it was intended. 

It was sought by this means to solemnly impress upon the whole 
assemblage of soldiers, the necessity of a strict observance of dut}' and 
obedience, under the penalty of an ignominious death. 



142 STORY OF THE DRUMMER BOY. 

STORY OF A LITTLE DRUMMER BOY. 




iUST a few days before our regiment received orders to join General 
Lyon, on his march to Wilson's Creek, the drummer of our 
company was taken sick and conveyed to the hospital, and 
on the evening preceding the day that we were to march, a 
negro was arrested within the lines of the camp, and brought before 
our captain, who asked him, what business he had within the lines. 

He replied : " I know a drummer that you would like to enlist in 
your company, and I have come to tell you of it." He was immedi- 
ately requested to inform the drummer that if he would enlist for our 
short term of service he would be allowed extra pay, and to do this he 
must be on the ground early in the morning. The negro was then 
passed beyond the guard. 

On the following morning there appeared before the captain's 
quarters, during the beating of the reveille, a good-looking, middle-aged 
woman, dressed in deep mourning, leading by the hand a sharp, 
sprightly-looking boy, apparently about twelve or thirteen years of age. 

Her story was soon told. She was from East Tennessee, where her 
husband had been killed by the rebels, and all their property destroyed. 
She had come to St. Louis in search of her sister, but not finding her, 
and being destitute of money, she thought if she could procure a situ- 
ation for her boy as a drummer for the short time that we had to 
remain in the service, she could find employment for herself, and per- 
haps find her sister by the time we were discharged. 

During the rehearsal of her story the little fellow kept his eyes 
intently fixed upon the countenance of the captain, who was about to 
express a determination not to take so small a boy, when he spoke out — 

" Don't be afraid, captain, I can drum." 

This was spoken with so much confidence that the captain imme- 
diately observed, with a smile, 

"Well, well, sergeant, bring the drum, and order our fifer to come 
forward." 

In a few moments the drum was produced, and our fifer, a tall, 
round-shouldered, good-natured fellow from the Dubuque mines, who 
stood, when erect, something over six feet in height, soon made his 
appearance. 

Upon being introduced to his new comrade, he stooped down, with 
his hands resting upon his knees, which were thrown forward into an 
acute angle, and after peering into the little fellow's face a moment he 
observed — 

" My little man, can you drum ?" 



STORY OP A LITTLE DRUMMER BOY. 143 

^' Yes, sir," he replied, " I drummed for Captain Hill in Tennessee. 
Our fifer immediately commenced straightening himself upward, 
until all the angles in his person had disappeared, when he placed his 
fife to his mouth and played the " Flowers of Edinborough," one of 
the most difficult things to follow with the drum that could have been 
selected, and nobly did the little fellow follow him, showing himself 
to be a master of the drum. When the music ceased, our captain 
turned to the mother and observed — 

" Madam, I will take your boy. What is his name?" 
" Edward Lee," she replied ; then placing her hand upon the cap- 
tain's arm, she continued, "Captain, if he is not killed — " here her 
maternal feelings overcame her utterances, and she bent down over 
her boy and kissed him upon the forehead. 

As she arose, she observed : " Captain, you will bring him back with 
you, won't you?" 

" Yes, yes," he replied, " we will be certain to bring him back with 
us. We shall be discharged in six weeks." 

In an hour after our company led the Iowa First out of camp, our 
drum and fife playing " The girl I left behind me." Eddie, as we 
called him, soon became a great favorite with all the men in the com- 
pany. When any of the boys had returned from a horticultural 
excursion, Eddie's share of the peaches and melons was the first 
apportioned out. During our heavy and fatiguing march from Holla 
to Springfield, it was often amusing to see our long-legged fifer wading 
through the mud with our little drummer mounted upon his back — 
and always in that position when fording streams. 

During the fight at Wilson's Creek, I was stationed with a part of our 
company on the right of Totten's battery, while the balance of our 
company, with a part of the Illinois regiment, was ordered down into 
a deep ravine upon our left, in which it was known a portion of the 
€nemy was concealed, with whom thej were soon engaged. The con- 
test in the ravine continuing some time, Totten suddenly wheeled his 
battery upon the enemy in that quarter, when they soon retreated to 
the high ground behind their lines. 

In less than twenty minutes after Totten had driven the enemy 
from the ravine the w^ord passed from man to man throughout the 
army, " Lyon is killed," and soon after, hostilities having ceased upon 
both sides, the order came for our main force to fall back upon 
Springfield, while a part of the low^a First and two companies of the 
Missouri regiment wxre to camp upon the ground, and cover the retreat 
next morning. 
That night I was detailed for guard duty, my turn of guard closing 



144 STORY OF A LITTLE DRUMMER BOY. 

with the morning call. When I went out with the officer as a relief, I 
found that my post was upon a high eminence that overlooked the 
deep ravine, in which our men had engaged the enemy until Totten's 
battery came to their assistance. It was a dreary, lonesone beat. The 
moon had gone down in the early part of the night, while the stars 
twinkled dimly through a hazy atmosphere, lighting up imperfectly 
the surrounding objects. Occasionally I would place my ear near the 
ground and listen for the sound of footsteps, but all was silent save 
the far off howling of the wolf, that seemed to scent upon the evening 
air the banquet that we had been preparing for him. 

The hours passed slowly away, when at length the morning light 
began to streak along the eastern sky, making surrounding objects 
more plainly visible. Presently I heard a drum beat up the morning 
call. At first I thought it came from the camp of the enemy across 
the creek ; but as I listened, I found that it came up from the deep 
ravine; for a few minutes it was silent, and then as it became more 
light I heard it again. I listened — the sound of the drum was familiar 
to me — and I knew that it was — 

Our drummer boy from Tennessee, 
Beating for help the reveille. 

I was about to desert my post to go to his assistance, when I discov- 
ered the officer of the guard approaching with two men. We all 
listened to the sound, and were satisfied that it w^as Eddie's drum. I 
asked permission to go to his assistance. The officer hesitated, saying 
that the orders were to march in twenty minutes. I promised to be 
back in that time, and he consented. I immediately started down the 
hill through the thick undergrowth, and upon reaching the valley I 
followed the sound of the drum, and soon found him seated upon the 
ground, his back leaning against the trunk of a fallen tree, while his 
drum hung upon a bush in front of him, reaching nearly to the ground. 
As soon as he discovered me he dropped his drum-sticks and ex- 
claimed — 

" corporal ! I am so glad to see you. Give me a drink," reaching 
out his hand for my canteen, which was empty. 

I immediately turned to bring him some water from the brook that 
I could hear rippling through the bushes near by, when thinking that 
I w^as about to leave him, he commenced crying, saying — 

" Don't leave me, corporal — I can't walk." 

I was soon back with the water, when I discovered that both of his 
feet had been shot away by a cannon ball. After satisfying his thirst, 
he looked up into my face, and said — 



A SOLDIER WITHOUT REGIMENT OR COMPANY. 145 

"You don't think I will die, corporal, do you? This man said I 
would not — he said the surgeon could cure my feet." 

I now discovered a man lying in the grass near him. By his dress 
I recognized him as belonging to the enemy. It appeared that he had 
been shot through the body, and had fallen near where Eddie lay. 
Knowing that he could not live, and seeing the condition of the boy, 
he had crawled to him, taken off his buckskin suspenders, and corded 
the little fellow's legs below the knee, and then lay down and died. 

While he was telling me these particulars, I heard the tramp of cav- 
alry coming down the ravine, and in a moment a scout of the enemy 
was upon us, and I was taken prisoner. I requested the officer to take 
Eddie up in front of him, and he did so, carrying him with great ten- 
derness and care. When we reached the camp of the enemy the little 
fellow was dead. 



A SOLDIER WITHOUT REGIMENT OR 
COMPANY. 




^HEN the martial and patriotic fires began to blaze along 
the hill-tops of western New York, and young men were 
rushing by tens of thousands to join the national stand- 
ard, one brave fellow who seized the torch with the wild- 
est enthusiasm, and worked hardest in the cause, found it impossible 
to get his name enrolled with the company of his own town — Bloomfield 

All his companions passed examination. When the surgeon came 
to B, F. Surby, he found that he had a stiff knee, caused by the kick of 
a horse while he was a boy ; and he was rejected. 

He could run as fast, mount a horse as quickly, play as good a game 
of ball, and shoot as well as any one of his comrades — better, it was 
acknowledged, than njost. He was athletic, lithe, hard, spry, and 
made for action and daring. He was twenty-five years old, and all 
ready to fight. But, with all this, he could not go ; he was, however, 
determined to go, and no surgeon nor recruiting officer could stop him. 

When the company inarched to Canandaigua, he went with them to 
join the regiment. He put in his pocket all the money he could 
scrape together, and paid his own way as long as it lasted ; and when 
it gave out, partly by the help of his companions, and partl}'^ by eking 
out in mother-wit what he lacked in cash, he reached the head-quarters 
of General King, where his name not appearing on the roll, he was 
asked to give an account of himself. 

What follows is in his own words : — 



146 A SOLDIER WITHOUT REGIMENT OR COMPANY. 

" Once beyond the Potomac, I'd be blazed if I wouldn't have a chance. 
So I tried the old Bloomfield game over ; but it was no go : I could 
not put on the uniform of a soldier; I could not have a gun to kill 
rebels. But I was bound to fetch it, some way or other. I finally got 
my case before General King, and he got an officer of his staff to take 
me as his orderly : so I had my way at last, and once in the army (if 1 
did get in at the back door) I could go along, and ride a good horse 
into the bargain. That finished the stiff knee business, which had 
bothered the Bloomfield surgeon. So I thanked the stars for my good 
luck, and waited for the first battle. 

" This was in a reconnoissance in force towards Orange Court House, 
where we had some nice amusement — just enough to stir up the blood 
of green Western New York boys. 

" But nothing very serious happened till the battle of South Moun- 
tain, which began to look like war as I had read of it in the histories 
of great generals. Of course you know all about that battle. 

" But then came some bad luck. I'd been thinking all the time that 
it was too good to last. The officer I was serving got sick after the 
battle of Cedar Mountain, and had to come on to Washington. Of 
course I had to come too ; and here I remained waiting on him several 
weeks. In the meantime I lost all chance to be in the battles of 
Gainesville and Bull Run. 

" When my commander got better, but not well enough to take the 
field, he sent me over to look after his horses, and, knowing my 
anxiety to be with the brigade, he gave me permission to join it, and 
the use of his horse. 

" I lost no time in doing that. I got in the staff" again, and began 
to feel at home. General King had fallen sick and was succeeded by 
General Hatch. We were in the splendid battle of South Mountain, 
where I had one of the great days, worth more than all my life before. 
Oh, how glorious the old flag looked every time the smoke rolled off", 
and we saw her still streaming ! 

" In the heat of this bloody engagement, when our men were fighting 
just right, the general was wounded, and, being near him at the 
moment, I had the sad satisfaction of helpingto carry him from the field." 

"But," I inquired, " as you seem to have been where the shot flew 
thick, had you not met with any mishap so far?" 

" Nary a scratch — nor the captain's horse." 

" Well, what came next?" 

"The grand and blood-red field of Antietam, all of which I saw; 
and I never expect to see a better one — nor do I want to.* That was 
no boy's play." 



A SOLDIEK WITHOUT REGIMENT OR COMPANY. 147 

At this point the surgeon of the hospital, where the narrator lay, 
came up to see how his patient was getting along. After examining 
his leg, he pronounced it doing well enough. '' That will give you no 
more trouble. But I am inclined to think I shall have take this 
arm off." 

" You are welcome to do it, doctor. I think it has done me about 
all the good it ever will." 

"Well, now for Antietam," I said, as I once more took a chair by 
his side. 

" General Doubleday took command of us there, in place of the 
wounded General Hatch. In forming his division the night before the 
battle, while the general and his staff were riding along through the 
lines, a rebel battery opened on us with shot and shell. A soldier was 
standing about two rods in front of me. A small shell took his head 
clean off, and struck my horse in the side, just behind my leg, cutting 
the girths, and exploding inside the horse. 1 only remember the fire flew 
pretty thick, and after in some way getting up into the air higher 
than I was before, I next found myself on the ground among some of 
the pieces of the horse. 

" The first thought was, ' There goes the captain's horse, and I'm left 
to foot it!' A somewhat sudden falling back took place, and I started. 
* But, by Jove, I won't lose that saddle!' and back I put to get it. 
While I was working away as fast as I could, the general rode by, and 
seeing what I was doing, sung out — 

"'Quit that, fool, if you care anything about your life!' and as I 
found it rather difficult to untangle the saddle, I concluded to leave 
with what traps I had, and return after dark. I did ; but it was too late. 

" I felt bad. ' What will the captain say ? I've lost his horse and 
saddle, and God knows what. Well, I'll see what I can do ; I haven't 
lost my small arms, at any rate; and perhaps I can manage to get 
another horse before the battle opens in the morning.'" 

" Not hurt yourself?" 

" Nary a bruise. But I was pretty well spattered up with blood, I 
remember. So that night, after looking round, and not getting my 
eye on a horse, I lay down under a fence near our right wing, and 
I thought I would take a nap. But I cared more for a good horse 
than a good sleep. As luck Avould have it, I heard, pretty soon, some 
horses coming down pretty fast. They had evidently broken loose. 
I sprung for the first one, and missed him. The next was a few rods 
behind. * Now,' says I to myself, 'is your last chance;' and it was, 
for there were only two. I struck for him, and caught him by the 
bridle-rein. It was light enough to see, and I soon found out I had a 



148 A SOLDIKK WITHOUT REGIMENT OR COMPANY. 

good horse for the captain. I brought him up to the fence and lay 
down, being pretty well satisfied that what further running that 
animal did that night he would have to do with me on his back." 

"Whom did the horse belong to?" 

" He belonged to me." 

" Where did he come from ?" 

" Upon my soul, I forgot to inquire. 

" The next morning all was astir, for a battle which had yet no 
name. But everybody was well enough satisfied that a great fight was 
coming. It was plain as sunrise that there was to be a fight, and that 
every man in the great Army of the Potomac knew it, and was ready 
to do his duty. 

" There was a different feeling among the men and ofiicers the night 
before, and that morning, from what I had seen before any other battle. 
Each man knew that defeat that day involved the fall of Washington. 

"So passed that wonderful day. When I hitched up at night, and 
got my blanket off" the saddle-bow and unrolled it to go to sleep, I 
found two Minie balls snugly imbedded near the centre of the hard 
roll — ' Thank you, gentlemen; you fired a shade too low.' So I came 
safe enough there, and, when I did think of it, I made up m}' mind I 
was not born to be shot." 

" Your new horse behaved well?" 

"Finely, and I got very much attached to him. But, poor fellow! 
I had to kill hira to save myself. I was fond of riding about inside 
our lines, and sometimes beyond them. I knew it was rather a risky 
business ; but I did it, part of the time as a volunteer scout, and at 
other times on my own hook, and was not very sorry for it, for I now 
and then got information which may have been worth something. 

" I generally managed to get along without any particular trouble, 
^nd with many a good run managed to get home safe. But one night 
I got into a scrape, 

" I knew that two or three mounted men were near the enemy's 
picket-lines, and, thinking it might pay, I started about midnight, and 
rode in a circuitous way to get near enough to reconnoitre from a 
quarter where I should not be suspected. I saw a very fine horse tied 
up to a tree, and I wanted that horse. I came very near succeeding. 
But I was suddenly notified by a ball whistling by my head that I was 
discovered. I put out, and, finding my horse, put spurs to him. 
Whistle, whizz, whizz, whistle, the balls flew by. It was a close pur- 
suit, and a hard, long run. I passed our lines safe. But it was too 
much. My horse never was worth much after that. I felt bad about 
it, for the poor fellow had saved my life more than once. But I had 



A SOLDIER WITHOUT REGIMENT OR COMPANY, 151 

taken good care of him, and, after all, what did it matter? It was all 
in the cruise. 

" Finally, the enemy was before Fredericksburg. During a part 
of that fight we were troubled by the enemy's sharp-shooters. They 
were picking off our officers and best artillerists from a very long 
range. I saw how the thing was working, and I managed to get into 
an old deserted house (in which Washington is said to have spent 
some time when young) which could stand a pretty heavy shot. 

"I had a splendid rifle, and plenty of ammunition. It was a fine 
cover, and I used it to some advantage. A large open window looked 
out just in the direction I wanted, and as fast as I loaded, I slyly took 
a look out, picked my man, and blazed away. I did not stay at the 
window any unnecessary length of time, for generally a bullet came 
whistling through the hole a second or two after my flash. 

"Heavier shot at last began to strike ; and then, after I had fired, I 
slid round behind a solid stone chimney standing near the centre of 
the house. I kept this up for a considerable time, till an accident 
happened. 

" As I was approaching the window for another fire, a shell came 
through the side of the house, and burst about three feet over my head. 
Down I went, of course, and began to survey the damage. One piece 
had struck my left arm, making a compound fracture below the elbow; 
another piece had struck my left leg, just above the knee. 

" I thought now, as I had done a pretty good day's work, I would 
contrive in some way to haul ofi" for repairs, and get among my friends. 
Some of the men at a battery not far off had heard the shell explode 
in the house where they knew I was firing, and discovering me, carried 
me off to the hospital quarters, where after a while my arm was tin- 
kered up in a hurry, my leg was dressed, and I lay down and ate my 
supper, for I was as hungry as a wolf. 

"'Well, old boy,' said I to myself, 'you have had your way: you 
determined to come to the war, and you did. Now look at yourself, 
and see how you like it.' 

" I did look at myself. I didn't look very handsome, it's true ; but 
I looked well enough for all practical purposes — and I felt still better. 

" Being of no particular use down at Falmouth, they sent me up 
here, where I arrived the other day. The doctor down at Fredericks- 
burg botched my fractures, and between jolting about and one thing 
and another, I must have the arm taken off now ; but, as my leg is 
nearly well, I shall be about again, almost as good as new, in a few 
days." 

The next morning, after inhaling ether, he w^s taken into the 



152 dahlgren's cavalry dash. 

amputating room, where his arm was taken off three or four inches 
below the elbow, and dressed, when Surby was returned to his cot. 
The attendants said he was not out of bed over five minutes. 

Of course he got on finely, and in a few days he was walking around 
town to return the calls of friends who had visited him in the hospital. 

But what was he to do now? His name did not appear on the rolls 
of the army ; he had never been mustered into the service ; in fact, the 
Government knew no such man as a soldier. Generals King, Hatcli, 
aud Doubleday, and a large number of officers besides, knew him, but 
only as a volunteer independent scout. They knew the deeds of valor 
and the difficult and important services he had performed — services 
which if rendered by a private regularly mustered into the army would 
have early given him a commission. Now he was to leave the hospital, 
with one arm the less, no money in his pocket, and only the shoddiest 
style of clothes on his back, to get to his home the best way he could. 

He was certainly in a most anomalous position. But he had friends 
enough — more than he needed; for he could make his own way. 

Some of his former commanders caused the facts to be made known 
to the War Department ; and everything that was right and proper 
was done, and with promptness, fairness, and despatch. Surby was at 
once mustered into his regiment, to take effect from the day his com- 
pany marched out of their native Bloomfield. This gave him pay for 
the whole time, allowance for clothing he had never drawn, one hun- 
dred dollars bounty money, a new patent arm that looks just like its 
mate, an honorable discharge from the Army of the United States, and 
an annual pension of ninety-six dollars for life. 



DAHLGREN'S CAVALRY DASH. 




ji^ENERAL Burnside requested General Sigel to make a cavalry 
reconnoissance of Fredericksburg. General Sigel selected 
his body-guard, commanded by Captain Dahlgren, with 
sixty men of the First Indiana cavalry and a portion of the 
Sixth Ohio. It was no light task to ride forty miles, keep movements 
concealed from the enemy, cross the river and dash through the town, 
especially as it was known the rebels occupied it in force ; it was an 
enterprise calculated to dampen the ardor of most men, but which 
was hailed almost as a holiday excursion by the Indianians. They 
left Gainesville in the morning, took a circuitous route, rode till night, 
rested awhile, and then, under the light of the full moon, rode ra])idly 
©ver the worn-out fields of the Old Dominion, through by-roads, 




dahlgren's reconnoissance. 



dahlgren's cavalry dash. 155 

intending to dash into the town at day-break. They arrived opposite 
the place at dawn, and found that one element in the calculation had 
been omitted — the tide. The bridge had been burned when we evacu- 
ated the place in the summer, and they had nothing to do but wait till 
the water ebbed. Concealing themselves in the woods they waited 
impatiently. Meanwhile two of the Indianians rode along the river 
bank below the town to the ferry. They hailed the ferryman who 
was on the opposite shore, representing themselves to be rebel officers. 
The ferryman pulled to the northern bank and was detained till he 
gave information of the rebel force, which he said numbered eight 
companies — five or six hundred men all told. 

The tide ebbed and Captain Dahlgren left his hiding-place with the 
Indianians — sixty — leaving the Ohioans on the northern shore. They 
crossed the river in single file at a slow walk, the bottom being exceed- 
ingly rocky. Reaching the opposite shore, he started at a slow trot 
toward the town, hoping to take the enemy by surprise. But his 
advance had been discovered. The enemy was partly in saddle. 
There was a hurrying to and fro — mounting of steeds — confusion and 
fright among the people. The rebel cavalry were in every street. 
Captain Dahlgren resolved to fall upon them like a thunderbolt. 
Increasing his trot to a gallop, the sixty dauntless men dashed into 
town, cheering, with sabres glittering in the sun — riding recklessly 
upon the enemy, who waited but a moment in the main street, then 
ignominiously fied. Having cleared the main thoroughfare. Captain 
Dahlgren swept through a cross-street upon another squadron with 
the same success. There was a trampling of hoofs, a clattering of 
scabbards, and the sharp ringing cut of the sabres, the pistol-flash — 
the quick going down of horse and rider — the gory gashes of the sabre- 
stroke — a cheering and hurrahing, and screaming of frightened women 
and children — a short, sharp, decisive contest, and the town was in 
the possession of the gallant men. Once the rebels attempted to 
recover what they had lost, but a second impetuous charge drove them 
back again, and Captain Dahlgren gathered the fruits of the victory, 
thirty-one prisoners, horses, accoutrements, sabres — held possession of 
the town for three hours, and retired losing but one of his glorious 
band killed and two wounded, leaving a dozen of the enemy killed 
and wounded. The one brave fellow who lost his life had fought 
through all the conflict, but seeing a large rebel flag waving from a 
building, he secured it, wrapped it around his body, and was returning 
to his command, when a fatal shot was fired from a window, probably 
by a citizen. He was brought to the northern shore and there buried by 
his fellow-soldiers beneath the forest pines. Captain Carr, of company 



156 PRAYING FOR THE PRESIDENT. 

B, encountered a rebel officer and ran his sabre through the body of 
his enemy. Orderly Fitter had a hand-to-hand struggle with a rebel 
soldier, and, by a dexterous blow, struck him from his horse, inflicting 
a severe wound upon the head. He seized the fellow's horse — a splen- 
did animal — ^liis carbine and sabre. 

It thrills one to picture the encounter — the wild dash, the sweep like 
a whirlwind — three cheers — the rout of the enemy, their confusion — 
the victory ! This will go down to history as one of the bravest 
achievements on record. 



PRAYING FOR THE PRESIDENT. 




jURING the summer of 1861, a private in a regiment of the 
Army of the Potomac was court-martialed for sleeping on 
his post out near Chain Bridge on the Upper Potomac. He 
was convicted ; the finding was approved of by the general, 
and the day fixed for his execution. He was a youth of more than 
ordinary intelligence ; he did not beg for pardon, but was willing to 
meet his fate. 

The time drew near; the stern necessity of war required that an 
example should be made of some one ; his was an aggravated case. 
But the case reached the ears of the President ; he resolved to save him ; 
he signed a pardon and sent it out; the day came. 

" Suppose," thought the president, " my pardon has not reached him." 

The telegraph was called into requisition ; an answer did not come 
promptly. 

" Bring up my carriage," he ordered. 

It came, and soon the important state papers were dropped, and 
through the hot, broiling sun and dusty roads he rode to the camp, 
about ten miles, and saw that the soldier was saved. 

He doubtless forgot the incident, but the soldier did not. When 
the Third Vermont charged upon the rifle-pits before Yorktown the 
following year the enemy poured a volley upon them. The first man 
who fell, with six bullets in his body, was AVilliam Scott of Company 
K. His comrades caught him up, and as his life blood ebbed away, 
he raised to heaven, amid the din of war, the cries of the dying, and 
the shouts of the enemy, a praj^er for the President, and as he died he 
remarked to his comrade that he had shown he was no coward, and 
not afraid to die. 

He was interred in the presence of his regiment, in a little grove 
about two miles to the rear of the rebel fort, in the centre of a group 



A NIGHT ADVENTURE ON THE POTOMAC. 157 

of holly and vines; a few cherry trees, in full bloom, were scattered 
around the edge. In digging his grave, a skull and bones were found, 
and metal buttons, showing that the identical spot had been used in 
the Revolutionary war for our fathers who fell in the same cause. The 
chaplain narrated the circumstance to the boys who stood around with 
uncovered heads. He prayed for the President, and paid the most 
glowing tribute to his noble heart that we have ever heard. The tears 
started to their eyes as the clods of earth were thrown upon him in his 
narrow grave, where he lay shrouded in his coat and blanket. 

The men separated : in a few minutes all were engaged in some- 
thing around the camp, as though nothing unusual had haj^pened ; 
but that scene will live in their memories while life lasts. The calm 
look of Scott's face, the seeming look of satisfaction he felt, still lingered ; 
and could the President have seen him, he would have felt that his act 
of mercy had been wisely bestowed. 



A NIGHT ADVENTURE ON THE POTOMAC. 



WAS invited by a soldier of the regiment of the Fire Zouaves 
-g to accompany him in one of those private adventures which 
jl were so popular among the men in his corps, while upon the 

banks of the Potomac. 
This kind of expedition always carries with it a charm which 
inflames the imagination of the volunteer to a degree unknown in the 
more precise movements of a regular force. The individual courage 
of the man seems lost in compai'ison among a concentrated mass which 
depends for its success, not so much upon personal prowess, as upon a 
mechanical exactitude in its evolutions. 

Men of the description of my adventurous friend are generally 
despisers of stiff-collared coats and close drill, and especial admirers 
of a loose jacket and a " free fight." With them a martinet, unless he 
prove a fighter, is simply an abomination. 

In a few words, accompanied by some mysterious gestures, my friend 

H informed me that, through the disclosures of a deserter who had 

just arrived from the rebel lines, he had learned that a quantity of 
ammunition, consisting of several thousand ball cartridges for musket 
use, had been concealed in an upper room of a house belonging to a 
noted secessionist and suspected spy. This house was distant about 
three miles from our encampment, and the cartridges which were con- 
cealed therein had been packed in small canvas bags ; these bags the 
daring fellow proposed, with the assistance of myself, to capture or 
destrov. 



158 A NIGHT ADVENTURE ON THE POTOMAC. 

His plan was this : We were to obtain, by some means, a horse and 
wagon, to be ready at a certain point, a short distance from the camp, 
at sunset, and each proceed thither by different routes, in order the 
better to avoid observation, and as soon as darkness fell upon the 
scene, drive cautiously to within a few hundred yards of the dwelling 
containing the contemplated plunder. Then, hiding the wagon in a 
neighboring clump of trees, some distance from the road, we were to 
proceed in such a manner as circumstances would permit. In answer 
to my inquiries as to the feasibility of procuring the wagon, and the 
possibility of our ever being able to load it even if we succeeded in 
coming in contact with the coveted ammunition bags, I was greeted 
by a significant wink and two or three slow successive nods of the head, 
which, if not productive of much intelligence, were quite indicative of 
the Zouave's determination to carry out his design. 

The sun was declining when I started on my journey, taking a some- 
what circuitous path to the place of rendezvous, and walking in an 
irregular strolling manner, the better to escape the observation of the 
comrades of my friend, who were always on the alert for any adven- 
ture. Behind a rising and well-wooded piece of ground, I soon dis- 
covered my friend H , coolly seated in a one-horse wagon, smoking 

a short pipe, and at intervals philosophically lecturing a ragged son 
of Africa upon the propriety of his meeting us at this same spot on the 
following night, in order to receive his horse and vehicle, and the 
desired remuneration for the use of them. After many doubtful 
scratches of his woolly head, and singular expressions of dissatisfaction 
— all of which were met by great disgust and heavy threats on the 
part of the Zouave of a marvellous punishment to be dealt out to the 
mutinous " darky " if he presumed to dog our path — he permitted us 
to depart, and we left him, evidently in a thick fog as to the fate of the 
property he had so inconsiderately intrusted to the safe keeping of a 
stranger. 

After a short drive, during which but few words were spoken, we 
arrived at the spot where we had agreed to conceal the horse and 
wagon. This operation effected, we next proceeded to calculate chances. 

After a few parting puffs, H shook the ashes from his pipe, thrust 

it into the pocket of his jacket, and drawing forth from the wagon a 
Goil'of fine rope, which he hung round his neck, gave the word to ad- 
vance. It was now pitch dark ; the distance from the place of our 
destination two hundred yards, according to my comrade's estimate. 
A solitary light, gleaming red amid the darkness ahead of us, betrayed 
the spot where stood the building which contained the object of our 
expedition. With this light for a guide we cautiously advanced, in 



A NIGHT ADVENTURE ON THE POTOMAC. 159 

silence unbroken save by the occasional snapping of some dried twigs 
beneath our feet, and the muttered malediction bestowed upon it by 
my companion. 

At length we came into close proximity to the house. Everything 
seemed to be buried in a deep stillness. Not a sound could we hear. 
Not the warning growl of a dog gave notice of our approach. No light 
was visible but the one which had hitherto been our guide, and this 
still shone from the half-closed casement of an apartment on the ground 
floor. The window-sill was about as high from the ground as the 
ordinary height of a man, and under this we crept and crouched to 
listen for any sounds that might escape from the interior. Directly 

over this room, H told me, our intended prize was concealed. He 

was thoroughly informed as to the relative positions of the different 
passages necessary to pass through in order to gain the desired treasure. 
The darkness of the night was so dense that it was with difficulty we 
could discern the presence of each other, as we lay and listened. 

Suddenly there was bustle within and the sound of several voices. 
The warning produced by the low, hissing " hush " of my comrade 
prevented a half-uttered exclamation of surprise from fully escaping 
my lips. This noise of men and voices was evidently caused by a 
large party now collected in the room in which the light was burning. 
They must have entered the house from the other side, and the clang 
of arms, as we distinctly heard the men carelessly lay aside their 
weapons, assured us they were no neutrals in the struggle going on 
between our divided countrymen. 

From fatigue, arising from the constrained posture in which I lay, I 
made a sudden movement, which caused me to fall against my com- 
panion, at the same time making the gravel beneath my feet send 
forth the grating sound peculiar to it when suddenly and violently 
disturbed. In an instant the sounds within ceased (silenced by the 
suspicions caused by my most unfortunate stumbling), the casement 
was dashed open, and half a dozen heads were thrust out into the 
gloom. A movement now, if no louder than that the lizard makes 
amongst the grass, or a single sigh forced from our breathing hearts and 
compressed breath, would have been the forerunner of certain death. 
Nothing could have saved us from the fate of the spy. For several 
minutes we remained motionless, and heard various conjectures among 
the men as to the cause of their sudden alarm. Little did they imagine 
that at that moment, within a few feet of their knives, which more 
than one grasped in his hand unsheathed, lay, concealed by the 
darkness, two of the hated invaders. But we would have been found 
no easy sacrifice. Each of us covered with the muzzle of his revolver 



160 A NIGHT ADVENTURE ON THE POTOMAC. 

the breast of a foe, and the first intimation given by our discovery 
would have cost them at least two lives that night. 

At length they withdrew their heads into the apartment, half closed 
the casement as before, and we were again alone. Whether they 
retired perfectly satisfied as to the result of their blind inspection or 

not, we could not tell. It was at this moment that H- , grasping 

me by the arm, whispered me to follow him closely. In crouching 
attitudes we crept round the building ; each step taken with peculiar 
care, lest any unlucky sound on our part should again arouse sus- 
picion, which, in all probability, was still unallayed. 

After many cautious pauses and anxious straining of eye and ear, 
we reached the other side of the house, where, after proceeding a few 
steps, my leader halted and began exploring with his hand, until it 
lighted upon the latch of a door in the wall. Placing his mouth close 
to my ear, he again whispered to me that it was of vital importance we 
should cast off our shoes and carry them in our hands, as by leaving 
them behind they might be found by the enemy, and thus become 
the means of betraying us. Accordingly, in a few seconds, we stood 
in our stockings, ready to pursue to the last limit the windings of the 

adventure. Noiselessly lifting the door-latch, H led the way into 

a passage, if possible darker than the outside gloom from which we 
entered. 

Groping our way we carefully advanced, and reached the foot of a 
flight of stairs, which, at a sign from my companion, we ascended us 
swiftly as the imperative necessity for a perfect silence permitted. We 
reached the landing, whose extent was hidden in the same impene- 
trable darkness, traversed it for the distance of several feet, and at 

length arrived at a door, which H attempted to open, but found 

locked. This he assured me was the room which contained the car- 
tridge-bags, and not to gain entrance into it would render all the risk 
we had hitherto run useless, and all further attempts we might make 
would prove unavailing. 

At this crisis of our proceedings we discovered within a few feet of 
us a small window, which, on gently opening, we found led out upon 
the roof of the piazza that ran along all sides of the house. To step 
out upon this roof, closing the window after us as gently as we had 
opened it, was the work of a few seconds. Here we lay dow^n, at full 
length, for several minutes to listen ; but no sound reached us, exce})t- 
ing an indistinct clamor proceeding from the room beneath, in which 
was assembled the party of rebels. Relinquishing our recumbent 
postures, w^e crept on our hands and knees until we reached the next 
window, whicii belonged to the room we were so anxious to explore. 



A NIGHT ADVENTURE ON THE POTOMAC. 161 

To our great satisfaction, we found it not only unfastened, but opened 
wide, and, one after the other, we passed through to the interior. 
Again we paused in motionless silence, and again we listened intently, 
but nothing beyond the sounds mentioned met our ears, and we pro- 
ceeded to search in darkness for the bags of ammunition. We came 
upon them simultaneously in one corner of the room, piled into a 
heap. We commenced our work at once by passing them out two at 
a time, through the window upon the piazza roof. Silently and swiftly 
was the task accomplished, until not a bag remained. We searched 
every foot of the floor, traversing its length and breadth until we were 
thoroughly convinced that ourselves were the sole objects, animate or 
inanimate, it contained. 

Passing out, our next movement was to carry the bags around to the 
extreme end of the piazza. This involved the necessity of traversing 
the full length of one side of the building. With much labor and 
anxiety, as we had to proceed more warily than ever at each step, we 
iit last accomplished it. And now we held a consultation, whether it 
were better to risk the attempt of carrying off our prize by degrees 
to the spot where we had concealed the wagon, or destroy it at once by 

lowering bag after bag into a deep well H informed me was 

directly beneath us, as we leaned over the balcony of the piazza. We 
concluded the latter plan was the better, and accordingly my companion, 
uncoiling the rope he still carried around his neck, descended, after 
telling me to haul up the other end again, attach to it the bags (three 
.'.r four at a time), and lower them to him, when he would drop them 
singly into the well. 

We had nearly finished this part of our task, when, rendered reck- 
less'by the apparent security with which it was continued — the splash- 
ing of each bag into the well exciting no suspicion on the part of our 

dangerous neighbors at the other extremity of the dwelling — H 

flung down into its depths the last nine, three at once, instead of drop- 
ping them singly, as he had hitherto done. At this moment, the close 
proximity of approaching footsteps along the roof made me turn in 
the direction whence the sound they caused proceeded, and instantly 
I was engaged in a deadly struggle with an antagonist. 

The scene now became one of the wildest confusion. The rush of 
hostile feet along the roof bespoke the rapid advance of foes, whose 
numbers it would be madness to contend with. Beneath, a desperate 
encounter was going on between my comrade and one or more of the 
rebels, as many a fierce oath testified. My left hand w^as firmly fas- 
tened on the throat of the man with whom I was contending, yet he 
clung to me with maddening tenacity. Reflection and action were 



162 BRAGG AND HIS HIGH PRIVATE. 

the twinborn of an urgent second. With my right hand I had man- 
aged to draw and cock my revolver. My life and liberty were in the 
hands of a grasping foe. There was no compromise here ; my life oi 
his ! Pressing the muzzle of ray pistol to his head, I fired, and he fell 
with scattered brains at my feet. The next instant I dropped from the 

balcony to the ground where H was battling in close quarters. 

Here I stumbled over a fallen man. My hand came in contact with his 
breast or side, and was bathed in a warm gush of streaming blood. 

" Where are you, H ?" I shouted. 

" Here." 

The response came from within a yard or two of the spot where 1 
stood. I found my companion struggling on the ground, in savage 
fury, with a fellow evidently of much superior muscular power to him- 
self. Quick as thought my strength was united to his, and with one 
concentrated, determined, and desperate effort we flung our herculean 
foe headlong down the well. 

Without waiting to draw breath, we started and fled for life, bafiiing 
our host of enemies b}' the quickness of our plunge into the darkness. 

" This way," cried H , and keeping close together we quickly 

reached our concealed wagon. To spring inside was the work of a 
second, and away we went for the camp. The Zouave drove, and his 
driving was like the driving of Jehu ! 

"I guess it would have been all up with me," he said at length, "if 
you hadn't come in as you did. There were two of them on me be- 
fore I knew where I was, when I found I'd lost my Colt; so I gave one 
a dig with the full length of my bowie, and then went in for a good 
wrestle with the fellow we treated to a drink." 

We reached camp unpursued. The wagon was returned punctually 
next night, as promised, to the astonished and grateful darkey, but 
whether or not he received any further remuneration for the loan of 
his property than the safe return of it I am unable to state. 



BRAGG AND HIS HIGH PRIVATE. 




|HILE Bragg's troops w^ere on their retreat from Murfrees- 
borough, Tenn., ragged, hungry and weary, they strag- 
gled along the road for miles, with an eye to their own 
comfort, but a most unmilitary neglect of rules and 
regulations. Presently one of them espied, in the woods near by, a 
miserable broken-down mule, which he at once seized and proceeded 
to put to his use, by improvising, from stray pieces of rope, a halter 



BRAGG AND HIS HIGH PRIVATE. 



163 



and stirrups. This done, he mounted with grim satisfaction, and pur 
sued his way. He was a wild Texas tatterdemalion, bareheaded, 
barefooted and wore in the lieu of a coat a rusty-looking hunting-shirt. 
With hair unkempt, beard unshorn, and face unwashed, his appear- 
ance was grotesque enough ; but, to add to it, he drew from some re- 
ceptacle his corn-cob pipe, and made perfect his happiness by indulg- 
ing in a comfortable smoke. 




While thus sauntering along, a company of bestarred and bespangled 
horsemen — General Bragg and staff— rode up, and were about to pass 
on, when the rather unusual appearance of the man attracted their 
notice. The object of their attention, however, apparently neither 
knew nor cared to know them, but looked and smoked ahead with 
careless indifference. 

" Who are you ?" asked the Major-general. 

" Nobody," was the answer. 



164 ONCE FOES, NOW FRIENDS. 

" Where did you come from ?" 

" Nowhere." 

" Where are you going?" 

" I don't know." 

" Where do you belong?" 

" I don't belong anywhere." 

" Don't you belong to Bragg's army ?" 

" Bragg's army I Bragg's army !" replied the chap. " Why, he*s got 
no army ! One half he shot in Kentucky, and the other half has just 
been whipped to death at Murfreesborough." 

Bragg asked no more questions, but turned and spurred away. 



ONCE FOES, NOW FRIENDS. 




(WO veterans of the Civil War keep bachelor's hall in a pretty 
New England town. Both are heroes, but both are modest ; 
so, out of respect for their feelings, they will be designated 
here as Federal Captain Thomas and Confederate Captain 
Williams. They had been college chums, and the three weeks pre- 
ceding the firing of the first shot at Charleston were spent by Williams 
at the home of Thomas — the same home where Williams now does 
the carving because his host has but one arm, and where Thomas does 
most of the walking because his guest has but one leg. As soon as it 
was certain that war was inevitable, the friends separated and went to 
the front, one donning the blue and the other the gray. 

The war was nearly over when they first met as foes. It was on the 
field of one of the terrible last battles. Early in the fight, Thomas, 
who had become a captain of infantry, had his right arm shattered 
by a fragment of a shell that exploded above his head. In his excite- 
ment he did not perceive how serious his wound was, but simply 
placed the wounded member in a sling made of his handkerchief, took 
his sword in his left hand and dashed to the front again. The battle 
grew hot and furious. A position at first held by the confederates was 
usurped by Captain Thomas and his company, who, by their audacity, 
were drawing a heavy fire from the men in gray. For a quarter of an 
hour they were unable to advance one inch, and were constantly 
charged by a reckless company of cavalry, led. Captain Thomas soon 
perceived, by his friend Williams. Presently one of these charges 
proved disastrous to the confederate captain. He fell from his horse 
midway between the opposing forces, and lay motionless in an ex- 



THEY SPLIT THE DIFFERENCE. 165 

tremely dangerous spot, where shells from a distant part of the field 
were dropping every minute. Captain Thomas saw that his friend 
was still alive and made up his mind in an instant. 

" Come on, boys," he shouted, and dashed forward, followed by his 
men. 

Five men fell before they had advanced fifty yards. Still shoutins 
encouragingly to his followers. Captain Thomas ran to where his 
wounded friend lay, raised him to his shoulder and darted toward a 
large rock which offered shelter from the flying shell and bullets. 
The rock was only a dozen paces distant, but once a shell burst almost 
at his feet, covering both with dirt. When the coveted place of safet\ 
was reached. Captain Thomas collapsed. A little later he was founo 
by his victorious comrades, lying insensible beside the man whose life 
he had saved. 

Captain Thomas carried away the stump of an arm and Captain 
Williams the stump of a leg as souvenirs of the fight; and when the 
war was over they laughingly agreed to form a pool of sound limbs and 
keep bachelors' hall for the remainder of their lives. 



THEY SPLIT THE DIFFERENCE. 




|0W I will tell you a little experience I had in Louisiana in 
1862. I was a member of the Thirtieth Connecticut Volun- 
teers. The opposing armies had come into pretty close 
quarters, and confederate out-pickets, stragglers and skir- 
mishers were around us and doing considerable mischief. Three coni- 
panies of our regiment were ordered out on skirmish duty. We 
marched down, five paces apart, according to regulations, into a perfect 
morass. The water was waist deep everywhere. 

I wasn't very tall, and I found it necessary to hold up my cartridge 
belt to keep it from getting saturated. The confederates were scattered 
through this swamp, and we took a number of prisoners without 
opening fire. I met with a misfortune. My foot caught between a 
couple of parallel branches beneath the water, and I was securely 
pinioned. My companions continued on their way, while I struggled 
hard to extricate myself from my unpleasant predicament. I finally 
pulled m}^ foot out with a desperate effort, but my shoe was left behind. 
I could secure it only by plunging my head beneath the surface of 
slimy, noxious muddy water, but it had to be done. I had no sooner 
got the shoe tied on again than a rebel came in sight from behind 
some bushes. Intuitively our muskets were simultaneously raised. 



166 THE PROSE OF BATTLES. 

" Surrender I" thundered the rebel. 

'* Surrender yourself!" I returned at the top of my voice. 

Then we stood and eyed each other. Each had his gun cocked and 
levelled at the other, but neither pulled a trigger. Why we hesitated 
is more than I can explain. By delaying, you see, each was practically 
placing himself at the mercy of the other, or so it would seem. 
Suddenly the rebel's gun dropped, and I brought mine down also. 

" See here, Yank," he began, in a much milder tone, " if I should 
shoot you, my side wouldn't gain much ; and, again, if you should 
shoot me your side wouldn't gain much. Now, I've got a wife and 
two babies over yonder, and if you dropped me they wouldn't have 
nobody to take care of 'em. Now, it's a gol durned mean man what 
won't split the difference. I'll let you go if you'll let me go, and we'll 
call the thing square. What do you say ?" 

Well, what should I say ? I walked over half way, and we met 
and shook hands and parted. About a year after a letter came to our 
camp addressed to " Little Yankee that split the difference." I had 
told him my regiment, you see, but not my name. The letter was a 
cordial invitation to visit the fellow at his home in Louisiana. He 
wanted me to see the wife and babies whose memory had prompted 
him to propose to split the difiference, and I have always regretted that 
I was unable to accept the invitation. 



THE PROSE OF BATTLES. 




|AID a student to me the other day, " I would like to see & 
battle, for through the whole literature of war I look in 
vain for a minute description of any action." 

We may trace this deficiency to the disparity between the 
writers and readers of war literature. Those who witness and record 
are military men, either by profession or education; their accounts, 
lack circumstantiality, and often simplicity. They assume that the 
reader has certain elementary knowledge of forms and movements, 
and their narratives seem, therefore, vague, general and unsatisfactory. 
It will not avail to tell Mr. Coke, of Northumberland, that the " fourth 
division outflanked the enemy," for Mr. Coke, having passed the most 
of his life underground, never beheld even a militia training. A 
division, to his mind, may include twenty men or twenty thousand 
men, and to outflank may intimate to ambush or to run away. 

Mr. Phlog, the schoolmaster, reads in the newspapers that a certain 
regiment marched up in double-auick, or threw itself into a hollow 



THE PROSE OF BATTLES. 167 

square, or formed a pyramid to repulse cavalry, or rallied by fours, or 
deployed as skirmishers, or charged bayonets. But Mr. Phlog, though 
an intelligent person, would like to be told in detail how the regiment 
deployed, and how the pyramid appeared. He has been to but one 
funeral in the course of his life, and never saw a murder or a hanging. 
He wishes, in common with the urchins whom he birches, to know 
more of the real and the horrible — ^liow a man falls out of the ranks, 
what hues harden into his dead face, how he lies among the tangled 
wretches on the battle-field, how and by whom he is buried. In fact, 
he wishes instantaneous photographs of war. When the powder has 
flashed out of the sky, and the tableaux have fallen away, tell him 
how the strewn plains would have looked to him had he been there — 
give him, in a word, the " prose of battles." 

The writer has followed some of the bloodiest campaigns of ' the 
American civil war in a civil capacity ; he has witnessed the incidents- 
of charge, retreat, captivity, and massacre through the eyes of a novice, 
and some of his reminiscences may not be uninteresting to the less 
experienced. 

The " first death " which I recall among my most vivid remem- 
brances happened on the Chickahominy river, during McClellan's 
famous peninsular campaign. The Federal army lay along the high 
hills on the north side of the stream, and the confederates upon the 
hills of the other side. The pickets of the latter reached almost to the 
brink, and the Federals were busily engaged in erecting bridges at 
various points. I was standing at New Bridge one day, watching the 
operations of the soldiery, when General Z. rode down through the 
meadow to examine the work. A guard held the Richmond bank of 
the creek, access being obtained to them by a series of rafts or buoys ; 
but the guard could go only a little way from the margin, for some 
sharpshooters lay behind a knoll, and had, up to this time mortally 
wounded every adventurer. The general reined his horse on the safe 
side of the river, and called briefly "Major!" 

A young flaxen-haired, florid man, with a gold leaf in his shoulder- 
bar, stepped out, saluted, and paid respectful attention. 

"General?" 

" Is that your picket ? " pointing to the group on the opposite bank 

"Yes, general." 

" No more men beyond the knoll and bush ? " 

" No, general ; it is dangerous. The enemy is there in force." 

" Do you know their force ?" 

" No, general." 

" Call one of your men." 



168 



THE PROSE OP BATTLES. 



" Parks ! " 

A little bullet-headed fellow, whose legs were muddy to the thighs, 
and who was driving a round log to its place in the roadway, dropped 
his mallet at once ; swung smartly round, as on a pivot, and saluted. 

" Go cautiously up the bank," said the general, " you see it there ; 
draw fire if you can ; but if there be no response, you will shout to 
provoke it." 

I saw the knot in the soldier's throat rise slowly, as if propelled by 
his heart ; a little quiver came to his lips, and he looked half inquir- 
ingly to his major. In a moment he recovered, tapped his cap lightly, 
and leaping from buoy to buoy, reached the guard post, ran up the 
hill, passed the knoll, and stood with his head and shoulders in full 
view, but his extremities and trunk behind the ridge. We all watched 
solicitously and in dead silence 




WOUNDED. 



" Shout ! my man," cried the general — " shout ! shout V* 

The hands of the soldier went up ; he swung his cap, and called 
shrilly : " Hurrah for General McClellan and the U 

A volley of musketry blazed from the timber beyond, and the man 
flung up his arms and disappeared. With a yell of revenge, the guard 
broke from the margin, discharged their muskets into the ambuscade, 
and directly returned, bearing the little fellow with the bullet-head ; 
but the mud on his trousers was turning red, and blood dripped in a 
rill from his mouth and chin. The young major's florid face grew 
pale, he shut his lips tightly ; and the soldiers, a little apart, swore 
through their teeth. 

" I am sorry he got his billet," said the general ; " but he died ful- 
filling orders, and he was a brave man." 

I wondered as he rode away, attended by his dashing stafif, if any 
more such brave men had died, fulfilling such orders. 



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A dreadful opportunity occured, after the battle of Hanover Court 
House, to look upon wholesale massacre. The wounded of both sides 
had been hauled from the distant field to the encampments of the 
army, and were quartered in and around some old Virginia dwellings. 
All the cow-houses, wagon-sheds, hay-barracks, hen-coops, negro cabins, 
and barns had been turned into hospitals. The floors were littered 
with corn-shucks and fodder, and the maimed, gashed, and dying lay 
confusedly together. A few, slightly wounded, related incidents of the 
battle through the windows ; but sentries stood at the doors with 
crossed muskets, to keep out idlers and gossips. The mention of my 
vocation was an open sesame, and I went unrestrained into all the 
larger hospitals. In the first of these, an amputation was being per- 
formed, and at the door lay a little heap of human limbs. I shall not 
soon forget the bare-armed surgeons, with bloody instruments, who 
leaned over the rigid and insensible figure, while the comrades of the 
subject looked on horror-stricken at the scene. The grating of the mur- 
derous saw drove me into the open air, but in the second hospital 
which I visited a wounded man had just expired, and I encountered 
his body at the threshold. The lanterns hanging around the room 
within streamed fitfully upon the red eyes and half-naked figures. All 
were looking up, and saying in a pleading monotone : " Is that you, 
doctor ?" Men, with their arms in slings, went restlessly up and down, 
smarting with fever. Those who were wounded in the lower extremi- 
ties, body, or head, lay upon their backs, tossing even in sleep. They 
listened peevishly to the wind whistling through the chinks of the 
barn ; they followed one with their rolling eyes ; they turned away 
from the lantern glare, which seemed to sear them. 

Soldiers sat by the severely wounded, laving their sores with water. 
In many wounds the balls still remained, and the flesh was swollen 
and discolored. There were some who had been shot in the bowels, 
and now and then these poor fellows were frightfully convulsed, break- 
ing into shrieks and shouts ; some of them iterated a single word, as 
" Doctor !" or " Help !" or '' God !" or '' Oh !" commencing with a loud, 
spasmodic cry, and continuing the same word till it died away in 
sighs. The act of calling seemed to lull the pain. Many were un- 
conscious or lethargic, moving their fingers and lips mechanically, but 
nevermore to open their eyes upon the light — they were already going 
through the valley of the shadow. I think still, with a shudder, of 
the faces of those who were told mercifully that they could not live — 
the unutterable agony ; the plea for somebody on whom to call ; the 
longing eyes that poured out prayers; the looking on mortal as if its 
resources were infinite; the fearful looking to the immortal, as if it 



170 THE PROSE OF BATTLES. 

were so far off, so implacable, that the dying appeal would be in vain ; 
the open lips tlirough which one could almost look at the quaking 
heart below ; the ghastliness of brow, and tangled hair; the closing 
pangs — the awful rest at last ! I thought of Parrhasius in the poem, 
as I looked at these things : — 

"Gods! 
Could I but paint a dying groan !" 

And how the keen eye of West would have turned from the recking 
cockpit of the Victory, or the tomb of the dead man restored, to this 
old barn peopled with horrors. I rambled in and out, learning to 
look at death, studying the manifestations of pain, quivering and sick- 
ening at times, but plying my vocation, and jotting names for my 
column of mortalities. 

At eleven o'clock there was music along the highroad, and a general 
rushing out of camp ensued. The victorious regiments were returning 
from Hanover, under escort, and all the bands were pealing national 
airs. As they turned down the fields toward their old encampments, 
several brigades stood under arms to welcome them, and the cheers 
were many and vigorous. But the solemn ambulances still followed 
after, and the red flag of the hospitals flaunted bloodily in the blue 
midnight. 

Between midnight and morning the wounded were removed to 
White House, on the River Pamunkey, where they were forwarded by 
steamers to northern cities. I rode down with my dispatches in an 
ambulance that contained six wounded men besides. Ambulances, it 
may be said incidentally, were either two-wheeled or four-wheeled. 
Two-wheeled ambulances were commonly called "hop, step, and jumps." 
They were so constructed that the forepart lay either very high or very 
low, and might be both at intervals. The wounded occupants might 
thus be compelled to ride for hours with their heels elevated above their 
heads and might finally be shaken out, or have their bones broken by 
the terrible jolting. The four-wheeled ambulances were built in shelves 
or compartments, but the wounded were in danger of suffocation in 
them. 

It was in one of the latter that I rode, sitting with the driver. We 
had four horses, but were thrice " swamped " on the road and had once 
to take out the wounded men till we could start the wheels. Two of 
these were wounded in the face, one of them having an ear severed, 
and the other having a fragment of his jaw knocked out. A third had 
received a ball among the sinews and muscles behind his knee, and his 
whole body seemed to be paralyzed. Two were wounded in the 



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shoulders, and a sixth was shot in the breast. The last was believed 
to be injured internally, as he spat blood, and suffered almost the 
pangs of death. The ride with these men, over twenty miles of hilly, 
woody country, was like Dante's excursion into the Shades. In the 
awful stillness of the dark pine their screams frightened the hooting 
owls and put to silence the whirring insects in the leaves and tree-tops. 
They heard the gurgle of the rills, and called loud for water to quench 
their insatiate thirst. One of them sang a shrill fiendish ballad, in an 
interval of relief, but plunged on a sudden relapse into prayers and 
curses. We heard them groaning to themselves as we sat in front, 
and one man, it seemed, was quite out of his mind. These were the 
outward manifestations ; but what chords trembled and smarted within, 
what regrets for good resolves unfulfilled, and remorse for years mis- 
spent, made hideous those sore and panting hearts? The moonlight 
pierced through the thick foliage of the wood, and streamed into our 
faces, like invitations to a better life. But the crippled and bleeding 
could not see or feel it, buried in the shelves of the ambulance. 

During the heat of action at Gaines' Mill I crossed Grape Vine 
Bridge, and remarked incidents scarcely less terrible. At every step 
of my progress I met wounded persons. A horseman rode past me, 
leaning over the pommel of his saddle, with blood streaming from his 
mouth, and hanging in gouts from his saturated beard. The day had 
been intensely hot, and black boys were besetting the wounded with 
buckets of cool lemonade. It was a common occurrence for the couples 
that carried the wounded in " stretchers " to stop on the way, purchase 
a glass of the beverage, and drink it with gory hands. Sometimes the 
blankets on the stretchers were closely folded, and then I knew that 
the man was dead. A little fellow who used his sword for a cane 
stopped me on the road and said : " See yer ! This is the ball that just 
fell out o' my leg." 

He handed me a lump of lead as big as my thumb, and pointed to 
a rent in his pantaloons, whence the drops rolled down his boots. 

" I wouldn't part with that for suthin' handsome," he said : " it will 
be nice to hev to hum." 

As I cantered away he shouted after me : " Be sure you spell my 
name right! It's Smith with an e — S-m-i-t-h-e." 

In one place I met five drunken men escorting a wounded sergeant. 
This man had been shot in the jaw, and when he attempted to speak, 
the blood choked his articulation. 

" You le' go, pardner !" said one of the staggering brutes — " he's not 
your sergeant. Go 'way," 

" Now, sergeant !" said the other idiotically ; " I'll see you all right, 



172 THE PROSE OF BATTLES. 

sergeant! Come, Bill ! fetch him over to the corn-crib, and we'll give 
him a drink." 

Here the first speaker struck the second, and the sergeant in wrath 
knocked them both down. At this time the enemy's cannon were 
booming close at hand. 

I came to an officer of rank, whose shoulder emblem I could not 
distinguish, riding upon a limping field-horse. Four men held him 
to his seat, and a fifth led the animal. The officer was evidently 
wounded, though he did not seem to be bleeding, and the dust of bat- 
tle had settled upon his blanched, stiff'ening face like grave-mould 
upon a corpse. He was swaying in the saddle, and his hair — for he 
was bareheaded — shook across his eyeballs. He reminded me of the 
famous Cid, whose body was sent forth to scare the Saracens. . A mile 
or more from Grape Vine Bridge, on a hill top, lay a frame farm- 
house, with cherry-trees encircling it, and along the declivity were 
Bome cabins and corn-bins. The house was now a surgeon's head- 
quarters, and the wounded lay in the yard and lane, under the shade, 
waiting their turns to be hacked and maimed. Some curious people 
were peeping through the windows at the operations. As processions 
of freshly wounded went by, the poor fellows, lying on their backs, 
looked mutely at me, and their great eyes smote my heart. 

After the carnage of Fair Oaks I visited the field, and by the courtesy 
of the Irish American, General Meagher, was shown the relics of the 
battle. This engagement, it will be remembered, occurred in what is 
called the Chickahominy Swamp, and it was fought, mainly, in some 
thickets and fields along the York River Railroad. I visited first a 
cottage and some barns beside the track. The house was occupied by 
some thirty wounded Federals; they lay in their blankets upon the 
floors — pale, helpless, hollow-eyed — making low moans at every breath. 
Two or three were feverishly sleeping, and as the flies revelled upon 
their gashes, they stirred uneasily, and moved their hands to and fro. 
By the flatness of the covering over the extremities, I could see that 
several had only stumps of legs. They had lost the sweet enjoyment 
of walking afield, and w^ere but fragments of men, to limp forever 
through a painful life. Such wrecks of power I never beheld. Broad,, 
brawny, buoyant, a few hours ago, the nervous shock and the loss of 
blood attendant upon amputation had well nigh drained them to the 
last drop. Their faces were as white as the tidy ceiling ; they were 
whining like babes; and only their rolling eyes distinguished them 
from mutilated corpses. 

Some seemed quite broken in spirit ; and one who would speak^ 
observing my pitiful glances towards his severed thigh, drew up his 



THE PROSE OF BATTLES. 173 

mouth and chin, and wept, as if, with the loss of comeliness, all his 
ambitions were frustrated. A few attendants were brushing off the 
insects with boughs of cedar, laving the sores, or administering cooling 
draughts. The second story of the dwelling was likewise occupied by 
the wounded ; but in a corner clustered the terrified farmer and his 
family, vainly attempting to turn their eyes from the horrible spectacle. 
The farmer's wife had a baby at her breast, and its little blue eyes were 
straying over the room, half wonderingly, half delightedly. I thought 
with a shudder of babyhood thus surrounded, and how, in the long 
future, its first recollections of existence should be of booming guns and 
dying soldiers. 

The cow-shed contained seven corpses, scarcely yet cold, lying upon 
their backs in a row, and fast losing all resemblance to man. The 
furthest removed seemed to be a diminutive boy ; and I thought if he 
had a mother that she might some time like to speak with me. Be- 
yond my record of the names of these, falsely spelled, perhaps, they 
would have no history. And people call such deaths glorious ! Upon 
a pile of lumber and some heaps of fence rails close by, sat some dozen 
of wounded men, mainly Federals, with bandaged arms and faces, 
and torn clothing. There was one, shot in the foot, who howled at 
every effort to remove his boot ; the blood leaked from a rent in the 
side, and at last the leather was cut piece-meal from the flesh. They 
ftte voraciously, though in pain and fear, for a little soup and meat 
were being doled out to them. 

The most touching of all these scenes was presented in the stable or 
barn on the premises, where a bare, dingy floor — the planks of which 
tilted and shook as one made his way over them — -was strewn with 
suffering people. Just at the entrance sat a boy, totally blind, both 
eyes having been torn out by a Minie ball. He crouched against the 
gable in darkness and agony, tremulously fingering his knees. Near 
at hand sat another, who had been shot through the middle of the 
forehead, but, singular to relate, he still lived, though lunatic and 
evidently beyond hope. Death had drawn blue and yellow circles 
beneath his eyes, and he incomprehensibly wagged his head. Two 
men, perfectly naked, lay in the middle of the place, wounded in 
bowel and loins ; and at a niche in the weather-boarding, where some 
pale light peeped in, four mutilated wretches were gaming with cards. 

I was now led a little way down the railway to see the confederates. 
The rain began to fall at this time, and the poor fellows shut their 
eyes to avoid the pelting of the drops. There was no shelter for them 
within a mile, and the mud absolutely reached half-way up their 
bodies. Nearly one-third had suffered amputation above the knee. 



174 THE PROSE OF BATTLES. 

There were about thirty at this spot ; but owing to the destruction of 
the Chickahominy bridges, by reason of a freshet, they could not at 
present be removed to Wliite House. Some of them were fine, athletic, 
vigorous fellows, and attention was called to one who had been mar- 
ried only three days before. 

" Doctor," said one feebly, " I feel very cold. Do you think that this 
is death ? It seems to be creeping to my heart. I have no feeling in 
my feet, and my thighs are benumbed." 

A Federal soldier came along with a bucket of soup, and proceeded 
to fill the canteens and plates. He appeared to be a relative of Mark 
Tapley, and possessed much of that estimable person's jollity. 

" Come, pardner," he said, " drink up yer soup. Now, old boy, this 
'11 warm ye; sock it down, and ye'll soon see yer sweetheart. You 
dead, Allybamy? Go way, now ! You'll live a hundred years — you 
will, that's what yer'U do. Won't he, lad? What! Not any? Get 
out ! You'll be slap on yer legs next week, and have another shot at 
me the week ar'ter that. You with the butternut trousers ! Sa-ay I 
Wake up and take some o' this. Hillo, lad ! pardner, wake up !" 

He stirred him gently with his foot ; he bent down to touch his face 
— a grimness came over his merriment ; the man was stiff and dumb. 
Colonel Baker, of the 88th New York, a tall, martial Irishman, took 
me into the woods where some of the slain still remained. We had 
proceeded but a very little way, when we came up to a trodden place 
beneath the pines, where a scalp lay in the leaves, and the imprint of 
.■a body was plainly visible. The bayonet scabbard la}'- on one side, 
the canteen at the other. We saw no corpses, however, as fatigue-par- 
ties had been interring the slain, and the woods were dotted with heaps 
of clay, where the dead slept below in oozy trenches. Quantities of 
cartridges were scattered here and there, dropped by the retreating 
oonfederates. Some of the cartridge pouches that I examined were 
completely filled, showing that the possessors had not fired a single 
round ; others had but one cartridge missing. There were fragments 
of clothing, hair, blankets, murderous bowie and dirk knives, spurs, 
flasks, caps and plumes, dropped all the way through the thicket, and 
the trees on every side were riddled with balls. 

I came upon a squirrel, unwittingly shot during the fight; not only 
those who make the war must feel the war ! At one of the mounds 
the burying party had just completed their work, and the men were 
throwing the last clods upon the remains. They had dug pits of not 
more than two feet in depth, and dragged the bodies heedlessly to the 
edges, whence they were toppled down, and scantily covered with 
earth. Much of the interring had been done by night, and the flare 



THE PROSE OF BATTLES. 175 

of lanterns upon the discolored faces and dead eyes must have been 
hideously effective. The grave-diggers, however, were practical per- 
sonages, and had probably little care for dramatic effects. They 
leaned upon their spades when the rites were finished, and a large, 
repulsive looking person, who appeared to be privileged on all occa- 
sions, said, grinningly : " Colonel, your honor, them boys '11 never 
stand forninst the Irish brigade again. If they'd ha' known it was us, 
sir, begorra ! they'd ha' brought coffins wid 'em." 

" No, nivir ! They got their ticket for soup ! We kivered thim, fait, 
will inough !" shouted the other grave-diggers. 

"Do ye belave, colonel," said the first speaker again, "that thim 
ribals '11 have us a chance to catch them ? Be me sowl ! I'm jist wish- 
ing to war-rum me hands wid rifle-practice." 

The memorable retreat from the Chickahominy to the James, where- 
by McClellan saved the relic of his distressed and beaten army, was a 
series of horrors, which the limits of this article will not allow me to 
recapitulate. A sketch of the opening of the battle of White Oak will 
answer for the present. On the night of the 29th of June, 1862, 1 went 
to sleep on the brow of one of the hills forming the south bank of 
White Oak Creek. The Federal army had crossed over during the 
night, and the bridge and causeway through the swamp had been de- 
stroyed behind them. A crash and a stunning shock, as of a falling 
sphere, aroused me at nine o'clock— a shell had burst in front of my 
tent, and the confederate artillery was thundering from Casey's old hill 
beyond the swamp. As I hastily drew on my boots, for I had not 
otherwise undressed, I had opportunity to remark one of those unac- 
countable panics which develop among civilian soldiers. 

The camps were plunged into disorder. As the shells dropped here 
and there among the tents and teams, the wildest and most fearful 
deeds were enacted. Here a caisson blew up, tearing the horses to 
pieces, and whirling a cannonneer among the clouds; there an amuni- 
tion wagon exploded, and the air seemed to be full of fragments of 
wood, iron, and flesh. A boy stood at one of the fires combing out his 
matted hair; suddenly, his head flew off, spattering the brains; and 
the shell, which I could not see, exploded in a piece of wood, mutilating 
the trees. The effect upon the people around me was instantaneous 
and appalling. Some that were partially dressed took to their heels, 
hugging a medley of clothing. The teamsters climbed into the sad- 
dles, and shouted to their nags, whipping them the while. If the 
heavy wheels hesitated to revolve, they left vehicles and horses to their 
fate, cut traces and harness, galloping away like madmen. In a 
twinkling, our camps were alive with fugitives, pushing, swearing, 



17G THE PROSE OF BATTLES. 

falling and tumbling, while the fierce bolts fell monotonously among 
them, making havoc at every rod. 

To join this flying, dying mass, was my first impulse; but after 
thought reminded me that it would be better to remain. I must not 
leave my horse, for I could not walk the whole long way to the James, 
and the swamp fever had so reduced me that I hardl}'' cared to keep 
the little life remaining. I almost marvelled at my coolness, since in 
.the fullness of strength and health I might have been the first of the 
fugitives; whereas, I now looked interestedly upon the exciting spec- 
tacle, and wished that it could be photographed. Before our artillery 
could be brought to play, the enemy, emboldened by success, pushed a 
column of infantry down the hill, to cross the creek, and engage us on 
our camping ground. For a time I believed that he would be success- 
ful ; and in that event, confusion and ruin would have overtaken the 
Unionists. The gray and butternut lines appeared over the brow of 
the hill and wound at double quick through the narrow defile; they 
poured a volley into our camps when half-way down, and under cover 
of the smoke they dashed forward impetuously with a loud huzza. 
The artillery beyond them kept up a steady fire, raining shell, grape 
and canister over their heads, and ploughing the ground on our side 
into zigzag furrows, rending the trees, shattering the ambulances, tear- 
ing the tents to tatters, slaying the horses, butchering the men. 
Directly, a captain named Mott brought his battery to bear, but before 
he could open fire, a solid shot struck one of his twelve-pounders, 
breaking the trunnions and splintering the wheels. In like manner 
one of his caissons blew up, and I do not think that he was able to 
make any practice whatever. A division of infantry was now marched 
forward to engage the confederates at the creek-side, but two of the 
regiments turned bodily and could not be rallied. 

The moment was full of significance, and I beheld these failures 
with breathless suspense. In five minutes the pursuers w^ould gain 
the creek, and in ten drive our battalions like chaff" before the wind. 

I hurried to my horse, that I might be ready to escape ; the shell 
and ball still made music around me. I buckled up my saddle with 
tremulous fingers, and put my foot upon the stirrup. But a cheer re- 
called me, and a great clapping of hands, as at some clever performance 
at the amphitheatre. I looked again. A battery had opened from our 
position across the road upon the confederate infantry, as they reached 
the very brink of the swamp. For a moment the bayonets tossed 
wildly, the immense column staggered like a drunken man, the flags 
rose and fell, and then the line moved back disorderly ; the pass had 
been defended. 



PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 




(HERE is no blacker page in the world's history than that 
on which is recorded the atrocious cruelties practised 
upon the Union prisoners of war by the officials of the 
so-called Southern Military Prisons. We say this in 
full consideration of the fact that a lapse of twenty-five 
years has softened the hard realities to such an extent 
that some tender-hearted apologists fear to speak of 
the matter, save with bated breath, while others affect to believe that 
the horrors of the rebel dungeons never existed except in the distorted 
minds of the unfortunate captives. There have been not a few per- 
sons, otherwise apparently sane, who have asserted that all this talk 
about suffering, starvation and cruelty is not only untrue, but that it 
is merely a string of falsehoods, gotten up to create sympathy for the 
soldiers and to further political schemes. 

Strange as it may seem, there are scores of such apologists in the 
North ; but it is safe to say that every one of them was in the North all 
through the war, or else has been born since the struggle — unless, 
indeed, he be a foreign exotic or a member of the noble band who 
found Canada a convenient abiding place during the early sixties. 
We have interviewed scores of ex-prisoners, every one of whom has 
long since buried the hatchet and extended the olive branch of peace 
to his old enemies, and, without a single exception, the records and 
statements set forth in these pages have met with a complete endorse- 
ment. 

We willingly grant that this black stain will forever mar the history 
of that country which is conceded to be highest in the world's civil- 
ization, although it would be fortunate indeed for all concerned if it 
could be blotted out and entirely obliterated. But this would not be 
just to the memory of the heroic thousands whose gallant deeds in 
the forefront of battle were eclipsed only by their heroic fortitude in 
the presence of untold tortures, compared to which the whistle of the 
bullet and the shriek of the shell were as the sweetest music. 

In ancient times and among barbarous nations it was the custom to 
subject captives of war to gross indignities and tortures; but the laws 
of all civilized nations prescribe for the captives taken in honorable 
warfare treatment as humane and comforts as great as those enjoyed 
by the rank and file of the conquering army. To treat prisoners of 

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178 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 

war, captured in open battle, with neglect and cruelty far greater than 
the most inhuman master could inflict upon the most worthless of his 
brutes, is a distinction which was reserved for the chivalrous and highly 
civilized rulers of the late Southern Confederacy. It has been claimed 
that southern leaders were not responsible for the horrible condition 
which existed in the southern military prisons ; and it is a matter of 
fact that many of the worst atrocities w^ere directly chargeable to the 
malignity of the brutal understrappers who had immediate charge of 
the prisoners — such as Winder, Turner, Wirz and others of that ilk. 
But, nevertheless, the ultimate responsibility rests, and must ever rest, 
upon the shoulders of those high in authority, who permitted these 
things to exist and continue — not one week or one month, but for 
years — without so much as entering a protest or raising a hand to stop 
the wholesale murders. 

The utmost exercise of Christian charity will not prevent the friends 
and comrades of the slaughtered victims from cherishing the devout 
hope that when Gabriel sounds his trump on that Great Day, these 
monsters of cruelty will be incontinently hurled to the depths of the 
Bottomless Pit — a fate to which their deeds done in the body most justly 
entitle them. 

It has been claimed, as an offset to the complaints of the Union 
prisoners, that the Federal government treated its confederate pris- 
oners with equal severity. Fortunately for the good name of our 
common country the charge is false, as will be shown hereafter. And 
it is also claimed that the rebels were unable, from scarcity of pro- 
visions and fuel, to provide for the comfort of their captives, and that, 
therefore, they were morally blameless. This, also, has been proved to 
be false, or generally so, although all Christendom would be glad to 
know that it were true. Any unconscious or unintentional form of 
crime is less reprehensible than that which is knowingly or deliber- 
ately committed, but the established facts point to a deliberate design 
on the part not only of the prison-keepers and their superiors — but of 
the southern people as a whole. The idea seems almost too revolt- 
ing to be entertained, but no other theory will cover the immensity 
and variety of that system of abuse to which our soldiers were subjected. 

It is a well known fact that certain rooms in Libby Prison were 
packed with stores of edibles, while the prisoners were actually starving 
within the walls. The storehouses in and about Salisbury were over- 
flowing with grain and provisions, while the Union captives, within a 
stone's throw, were hungrily gnawing at bones plucked from the miry 
filth ; in many cases the captives were freezing by inches within full 
view of swamps and hillsides burdened with timber. 



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Again, one prison pen was like another — one hospital like another 
hospital. Andersonville was Belle Isle over again, five times enlarged 
and ten times intensified. A remote prison, at Tyler, Texas, sent out 
a report on a par with Libby and Salisbury. 

It was the same story everywhere : prisoners of war treated worse 
than felons, shut up in suffocating buildings, or turned loose in out- 
door enclosures without even the shelter that is provided for the beasts 
of the field; food insufiicient to sustain life, and quality injurious; 
water supply impure, and even poisonous ; compelled to live in such 
personal uncleanliness as to generate vermin ; compelled to sleep on 
floors often covered with human filth, or upon ground saturated with 
it ; compelled to breath an air permeated with a foul and intolerable 
stench ; hemmed in by a fatal " dead-line," and in constant danger of 
being shot by unrestrained and brutal guards ; despondent, even to 
madness, idiocy and suicide ; sick of diseases (so similar in character 
as to appear and spread like a plague) caused by the torrid sun, by 
the coarse or decaying food, by filth, by vermin, by malaria, and by 
cold ; removed at the last moment, and by hundreds at a time, to hos- 
pitals as corrupt as charnel-houses, there with few remedies, little 
care, no sympathy, to die in wretchedness and despair — not only 
among strangers, but among enemies whose resentment and malignity 
were not softened by the utter squalor and destitution of the dying 
victims. 

No supposition of negligence, or thoughtlessness, or indifference, or 
accident, or destitution, or necessity, or inefficiency can account for 
all this. The similarity of conditions at all the Southern Military 
Prisons /o)-6/c?s the idea of accident or unfavorable location. So many and 
such positive forms of abuse could never have come from merely 
negative causes. 

The conclusion is irresistible, therefore, that the suff'erings and pri- 
vations inflicted upon our soldiers were in pursuance of a plan of 
extermination and vengeance which w^as, at least in great measure, a 
matter of deliberate design. 

TREATMENT OF REBEL PRISONERS IN FEDERAL PRISONS. 

Figures are stubborn things, and the official records of the United 
States government show figures that must forever extinguish the idea 
that the rebel prisoners confined in the United States military prisons 
w^ere treated wdth undue severity, or with disregard of the established 
laws of civilized warfare. Take Fort Delaware for example. The 
official records show that the daily rations received by each military 
prisoner at Fort Delaware, up to June 1st, 1864, was almost three pounds 



180 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 

of solid food, besides coffee, sugar, molasses and otlier luxuries. After 
June 1st, 1864, this was reduced to about thirty-four and a half ounces 
per day, which reduction was made, according to tlie report of Quarter- 
master-General Meigs (July 6th, 1864), " for the purpose of bringing 
it (the ration) nearer to what the rebel authorities profess to allow 
their soldiers, and no complaint has been heard of its insufficiency." 
This ration was issued all through the war, and was generally com- 
posed of bread (made of four parts fiour and one part Indian meal), 
fresh meat or bacon, and vegetables according to season. The ration 
was practically the same at all the United States military prisons, 
including that at Johnson's Island, Lake Erie, of which so much com- 
plaint was made. 

At the same identical time the Union prisoners at Libby, Salisbury, 
-etc., were receiving a maximum ration averaging eighteen ounces of 
solid food, and this frequently dropped off to a minimum ration of 
only five ounces, of which four ounces was musty corn-bread, and one 
ounce was " salt-horse." 

Take the matter of clothing and personal care. At Fort Delaware 
the prisoners, some eight to nine thousand, were kept in well built 
and ventilated barracks, and had free access to adjoining enclosures 
for air and exercise. There was abundance of water, so that any man 
might, if he chose, bathe every day. Each man had a commodious 
bunk to himself, the head properly elevated above the foot — in strik- 
ing contrast to the confederate prisons, where the inmates slept on 
bare, flat floors, or on the earth, without so much as a wisp of straw 
between them and the ground. 

Thirty thousand gallons of drinking water were brought daily from 
the sparkling Brandywine Creek across the channel. This was done to 
prevent the prisoners from drinking from shallow wells dug by them- 
selves, and producing brackish water. 

Each prisoner was inspected when received ; if dirty, was washed, his 
clothes burned and new ones supplied ; if sick, was sent to the spacious 
and airy hospital, placed in a clean bed, and given every attention. 

Each man was furnished with blanket, overcoat, etc., if needed. 
Some idea of the amount of clothing furnished by the United States 
government may be gained from the official statement of the quarter- 
master, which shows that from September 1st, 1863, to May 1st, 1864, 
thirty-five thousand one hundred and eighty-four articles of clothing 
were issued to the prisoners (about eight thousand) at Fort Delaware. 
The chief items were : seven thousand one hundred and seventy-five 
pairs of drawers ; six thousand two hundred and sixt}'- flannel shirts ; 
«ight thousand eight hundred and seven pairs of woolen socks ; four 



TKEATMENT OF REBEL PRISONERS IN FEDERAL PRISONS. 181 

thousand three hundred and seventy-eight woolen blankets, and two 
thousand six hundred and eighty great coats; the remainder being 
largely made up of boots, coats, jackets and trousers. Every prisoner 
who had not a blanket or overcoat of his own was provided with one, 
and all that were in want of clothing received it. Some thirteen hun- 
dred tons of coal were used each winter to keep the barracks warm 
and comfortable. As a natural result, the average condition of health 
among the prisoners was good, and the death rate very low, except 
during July, August, September, October and November, 1863, when 
small-pox and kindred diseases carried off several hundred victims. 
A majority of the prisoners had never been vaccinated ; for vaccination 
appears to have been almost unknown among the poorer classes of the 
South, and the attempts of the prisoners to vaccinate each other only 
led to a variety of more serious disorders, from the bad quality of the 
virus employed. After this disease was conquered, the death rate 
steadily decreased, until, in May, 1864, hut sixty-two died, out of eight 
thousand one hundred and twenty-six confined at the island, or less than 
ten per cent, per year. The entire year, including the small-pox epidemic, 
showed a death rate less than twenty-nine per cent., and this includes 
death from wounds and exposure occurring previous to capture. 

Compare this with the average death rate at Belle Isle, of one hun- 
dred and fourteen per cent, per year ; and the death rate at Anderson- 
ville, which cannot be accurately computed, but which was infinitely 
greater than that at Belle Isle. 

By such contrast of mortality at United States stations and at rebel 
stations, argument and comment are struck dumb. 

Referring again to the rations, we find it officially recorded that 
considerable quantities of surplus food were often found concealed be- 
neath the bunks of the rebel prisoners at Fort Delaware and elsewhere. 
Imagine the possibility of a Union prisoner having any surplus to 
conceal ! 

Turning to the arbitrary rules governing the conduct of prisoners, 
we find that very few restraints were imposed, and those only such as 
were imperatively necessary for the preservation of order and cleanli- 
ness among such a numerous and motley crowd, which, of course, con- 
tained some men of gross and filthy habits. 

Shooting was never resorted to, unless a rule was grossly and per- 
sistently violated. Even then the directions were to order the prisoner 
"three distinct times to halt;" and, if he "failed to halt, when so 
ordered, the sentinel must enforce his order by ball or bayonet." There 
were but five cases of shooting at Fort Delaware, under these instruc- 
tions, and in each case they were in obedience to the instructions. 



182 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 

There was no rule to prevent prisoners from looking out of windows at 
any United States station, and tlie prisoners gladly availed themselves 
of the privilege. At other United States stations cases of shooting were 
of rare occurrence, and always the subject of strict official inquiry. 

The hospital service at Fort Delaware was of the best character. 
The same regulations and diet-tables were used that were prescribed 
by the surgeon-general for use in the hospitals for United States sol- 
diers. In every case of death, the body was removed to a neat grave- 
yard on the opposite shore, and the Episcopal burial service was read 
over the grave. 

The De Camp General Hospital, David's Island, New York, was on 
a par with that at Fort Delaware. Many of the prisoners arrived in 
horrible condition — ragged, barefooted, wounded, and covered with 
vermin ; their clothing being removed and burned, they were washed, 
furnished wath clean linen, and placed on clean and well aired beds, 
and full suits of clothes issued to them. They were allowed, during 
convalescence, the freedom of the whole island inside of a line of 
sentries. None of them were ever shot at ; none were ever frost-bitten. 
Ice-water was furnished in profusion ; soap, combs and towels were 
distributed for private use ; and there was one trained nurse for every 
ten prisoners. A library of two thousand volumes was at their disposal. 

Johnson's Island, Ohio, has been a special subject of misstatements. 
This island., of about three hundred acres area, is located in Sandusky 
Bay, close to Kelley's Island, which is a favorite place of summer resort. 
It is one of the most salubrious and delightful spots in the United 
States. True, it is cold in the winter, but the barracks were new, M^ell 
built and well warmed, and there was not an instance of suffering from 
exposure except in the case of a few persons who attempted to escape. 
The stories of ill treatment and exposure are effectually exploded by 
the official figures, showing that in twenty-one months, out of an 
aggregate of six thousand four hundred and ten prisoners, there were 
only one hundred and thirty-Jour deaths. In the months of May and 
June, 18G4, there were about two thousand three hundred prisoners; 
in May five died, and in June only one. Contrast that with the death 
rate the same months at Anderson ville ! 

A similar beneficent state of affairs is revealed by an examination 
of the records of all the other United States stations and hospitals; and 
the public sentiment of the north, outraged though it was by the har- 
rowing tales that came from her imprisoned heroes in the deadly 
southern prison pens, would never have permitted any other but this 
magnanimous and Christian course of "heaping coals of fire" upon 
our enemies' heads. 



LIBPV PRISON — DESCRIPTION OF THE BUILDING. 183 

The reader cannot have failed to be struck by the contrast that has 
been and will be shown between the military stations for prisoner^, 
north and south, Union and rebel. But the contrast must have been 
overwhelming wnen an exchange of prisoners was made — when the 
flag-of-truce boat landed within the rebel lines and the two systems 
confronted each other. ^On one side were hundreds of feeble, emaciated 
men, ragged, hungry, filthy, diseased and dying — wrecks from the 
southern slaughter pens ; on the other side, an equal number of strong 
and hearty men, well clad in the army clothing of the government 
they had fought to destroy, having been humanely sheltered, fed, 
cleansed of dirt, cured of wounds and diseases, and now honorably 
returned in prime condition to fight that government again. 

From this preamble, in which we have aimed to give a true idea of 
the treatment accorded rebel prisoners at the hand of the Federal 
government, we must turn w^ith sadness to the portrayal of the suff'er- 
ings of our own boys, as set forth in succeeding pages. 



LIBBY PRISON. 



^^^SNE of the most notorious of the rebel prison pens was Libby 
^Bm^m Prison, at Richmond, Va. It was located on the bank of a 
canal, overlooking the James river, and was almost in sight 
of the now^ historic Belle Isle. It was originally intended to 
be an officers' prison, but hordes of private soldiers and civilians also 
found lodgment there. Like most other southern military prisons, it 
was at first conducted wdth some attempt at decency, but later on it 
became the scene of heart rending tragedies. 

DESCRIPTION OF THE BUILDING. 

Three large brick buildings built in one solid row; three stories 
high on the front, and on the canal side the depression of the ground 
made an additional story of the basement. Two of the buildings were 
of even height, but the third one was slightly lower by reason of having 
less pitch to the roof. For some years prior to the war this building 
had been used as a warehouse by Messrs. Libby & Son, ship chandlers 
and grocers. The general appearance of the structure w^as rather- 
dingy and weather beaten, but the interior, at the outset, was con- 
siderably brightened up b}'- the use of whitewash. 

On each floor the partitions between the buildings had been pierced 
with doorways. The rooms w^ere about 100 feet long by forty feet 
broad. For the accommodation of special visitors a number of 



184 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 

dungeons were prepared in the basement — to which reference will be 
made later on. At first there was no special guard placed at the 
windows, but ere long each window case showed a grim grating, 
resembling the bars of a county jail. A perfectly correct idea of the 
exterior of Libby Prison and its surroundings will be obtained from 
the excellent engraving which was issued in al889 by the publishers of 
this book. It is the most faithful likeness of the old building now in 
existence, and will be highly prized by every possessor. 

Some years ago a syndicate of capitalists purchased Libb}'' Prison 
with the avowed intention of taking it down brick by brick and re- 
erecting it in its original form. This was done during 1889, and the 
structure now stands in Chicago, doing service as a military museum. 
But the new mortar used with the old bricks gives it a " patchy " 
appearance ; and the newspaper reports of a freight wreck, which 
scattered a large proportion of the original fragments to the four winds, 
have thrown some doubt upon the truth of the claim that it was re- 
erected by the use of the same identical materials. Besides the envi- 
ronments of the old building were hardly less historic and interesting 
than the structure itself; so that the premium engraving above referred 
to will always remain the most satisfactory and lasting memento of 
the cruel tragedies that were enacted within the walls of the world- 
famed Libby Prison. 

LIVING IN CLOSE QUARTERS. 

Some idea of the over-crowded condition of Libby Prison may be 
gained from the fact that for many months tioelve hundred United States 
officers of all grades from lieutenant to brigadier-general, were confined 
in six of the rooms heretofore mentioned — allowing a floor space of 
only ten feet by two for each man I Within this average space they 
were obliged to cook, eat, wash, sleep and take exercise. It was almost 
impossible to step without jostling against one's neighbor. At one 
period it was contrary to the prison rules for the captives to use 
improvised stools or benches or even to fold their blankets for seats ; 
those who would rest their feet were obliged to huddle on their 
haunches. But this severe restriction was removed later, and they 
were allowed to make chairs and stools for themselves out of the boxes 
and barrels that came from friends in the North. 

It was among the rules that no one should approach within three 
feet of the windows, a rule which seems to have been general in all 
southern prisons of this character and which was rendered peculiarly 
severe by reason of the crowded condition of the rooms. With such a 
throng constantly moving in such a limited space, it was next to 



LIVING IN CLOSE QUARTERS. 



185 



impossible to observe the imaginary three-foot line. The manner in 
which this regulation was enforced was unjustifiably and wantonly 




cruel. A prisoner would sometimes be jostled or accidentally pushed 
a few inches over the line, and instantly the sharp crack of a sentry's 
rifle would announce the entrance of another poor soul into eternity. 



186 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 

DEPRIVATIONS AND DISCOMFORTS. 

The testimony of both officers and privates disclosed the fact that 
prisoners were ahnost invariably robbed of everything valuable, 
sometimes on the field, at the time of capture, and sometimes by the 
prison authorities, in a quasi official way, with a promise of return 
when paroled or exchanged, which promise was seldom or never ful- 
filled. This robbery often amounted to a stripping of the person of 
even necessary clothing. Blankets and overcoats were sure to be 
taken, besides other articles ; sometimes damaged or wornout garments 
were given in their stead. Those prisoners who had blankets during 
their confinement usually received them from the Sanitary Commis- 
sion, or traded various trinkets, etc., for them ; none were supplied by 
the rebel government, except some refuse stock, often filled with ver- 
min, to which the prisoners had access with the privilege of helping 
themselves. 

In the earlier days of the occupancy of the building the discomforts 
were not unbearable. True, the restrictions were unnecessarily rigid, 
and the food poor, but the place was kept fairly clean. But as the 
war progressed matters grew worse, and a fearful condition developed. 
The prison w'as over-crowded, the commonest comforts were denied, 
guards grew^ more brutal, and a reign of terror was inaugurated. Not 
only were the captors more heartless arid cruel, but the men them- 
selves, cast dowai by their bitter fate, despairing of relief, steeped in 
filth, gradually sunk lower and lower in morals and lost all pride in 
their personal condition. 

Personal cleanliness was out of the question. No adequate effort 
was made by the authorities to preserve a proper sanitary condition, 
and the interior of Libby prison became a place so horrible that even 
the pen of a Dante could not have described it. Overrun with ver- 
min, crusted with filth, the starved, naked w^'etches would lie down 
at night on the slimy floor, wormed and dovetailed together like fish 
in a basket, and rise in the morning, hair and beard matted with ex- 
pectorations and other filth of the da}^ before. One tattered blanket, 
rotten with dirt and alive with lice, would frequently serve as the 
only cover for a dozen of the half-naked sufferers, whose only hour of 
quietude was the oblivion afforded by a bloodless brain and a plank 
pillow. 

It is hard to say which was the worst season at Libby Prison — 
winter or summer. In cold weather the prisoners suffered intensely 
from cold. A large proportion of the window panes were broken, and 
while this w^as a blessing in summer it was quite the reverse in 
winter. The few little stoves, supplied with a few sticks of green wood, 



DEPHIVATIONS AND DISCOMFORTS. 187 

had little effect on the chilling winter blasts which swept through the 
dismal old building in the winter of 1863-4. The men, being less 
than half clad, would huddle together for mutual warmth, but with 
little success. In the summer the lack of clothing was not such a 
hardship, for the men wore as little as possible, and their attire was 
generally limited to drawers and shirt, or even less. The atmosphere 
was hot and stifling. During the hottest weather some of the prison- 
ers profited by a ladder leading to the roof of the building, by which 
the subordinates of the prison ascended for the purpose of raising and 
taking down the " rebel rag " which daily floated over Libby. When 
the men went up to this trap door the heated, vitiated air from below 
rushed through, corrupt and steam-like, so as to almost suffocate them. 
Yet that was the atmosphere in which hundreds were forced to exist 
for weeks and months together. Even this source of relief was soon 
cut off, for upon discovering that the prisoners were obtaining a little 
fresh air on the roof, after sunset, the cruel custodians ordered them 
down and declared that even the aperture for ventilation should be 
closed if any one dared to pass through it. Some desperate prisoner 
disobej'^ed the order, and the opening was closed for a fortnight in the 
midst of the most torrid weather. 

The prisoners devised various methods of killing time. Those who 
were blessed with sufficient nonchalance or a naturally lymphatic 
temperament slept from twelve to sixteen hours a day. Those who 
could not thus render themselves oblivious to their surroundings 
improvised checker-boards on the floor, blackening the squares with 
charcoal. Dozens of such checker-boards could be seen on every floor. 
Games of all kinds that were available helped to kill the monotony, 
and some of the prisoners played pranks, romped and wrestled like a 
lot of school boys. Many employed their time in carving their names 
on the woodwork, or inscribing them on the bricks. Some whittled 
all day long. 

The sanitary arrangements had nothing to recommend them save 
their utter simplicity. Water-closets were unknown, but sinks, some- 
thing like horse-troughs, were on each floor, and were " free for all." 
The convenience of this arrangement was admirable, but its effect 
upon the senses were abominable. Each day a sturdy colored man 
would remove the accumulations, and shortly after another one would 
parade up and down through the quarters bearing a large iron pan 
sontaining burning pine knots, etc., for fumigation. This darkey was 
of a jocose turn of mind, and as he passed to and fro he would bawl out : 

" Yer's yo' nice fraish smoke ! fraish smoke ! widout money and 
widout prise! step up, gin'lemen, get yo' nice fraish smoke!" 



188 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 

We have already spoken of the rule prohibiting the prisoners from 
approaching the windows. This rule was enforced by the armed guards 
surrounding the building, and ever on the alert for an opportunity 
to shoot a hated " Yank." They could be seen in attitudes of expect- 
ancy, with rifle cocked, watching the windows like a farmer's boy 
watches for muskrats. They were known to go many feet outside of 
their beats for the sake of getting a shot at a prisoner, whose shadow 
fell on the window while he himself was far within the dead-line. A 
soldier in the act of throwing some water out of a window, received 
a rebel bullet in his arm in return. An officer waving a salute to a 
departing comrade extended his hand past the line, and was instantly 
shot. A lieutenant was saved from death by a nail which turned the 
course of the bullet, and when the matter was reported to Major Turner, 
the officer in command, he flippantly replied, " The boys need prac- 
tice." Another officer was standing fully eight feet inside of a window 
on the second floor. Only the top of his hat was visible to the guard, 
who left his beat, went out into the street, took deliberate aim and 
fired. By good fortune this cold-blooded action was seen, and a warning 
cry was uttered. The intended victim fell prone to the floor, and the 
bullet buried itself harmlessly in the beams above. The guard said, 
in explanation of his action, that he had made a bet that he would 
" kill a Yankee before dark," and no further notice was taken of the 
occurrence by the prison-keepers. 

RATIONS. 

The quality as well as the quantity of the rations was variable, and 
ranged from " bad to horribly bad." Some of the ex-prisoners declare 
that it was often tolerable, although scanty ; but these were among the 
earliest arrivals. Part of the time the men did their own cooking, and 
were divided into mess-squads, each man taking his turn as cook. 
Corn bread, bacon, rice and occasionally beef, constituted the bill of 
fare. This was when Libby was at its best. In the later days, the 
daily ration was a loaf of bread as large as a man's flst, made of corn 
meal, or sometimes wheat flour, of a variable and uncertain quality, 
but always bad. It weighed perhaps eight ounces, and with it was 
given a piece of meat weighing two ounces ; sometimes the meat was 
omitted entirely. Later on, the corn bread began to be of the roughest 
and coarsest description. Pieces of cob and husk were found ground 
in with the meal. The crust was so thick and hard that the loaves 
would have made excellent substitutes for grape shot. The prisoners 
could manage to eat the inside by grating it, but the iron-clad shell 
resisted all their efforts. 



DUNGEONS AND CELLS OF LIBBY 189 

During these later days, meat was a luxury rarely seen, and then 
only in company with myriads of maggots. A few peas were served at 
intervals, but they too were inhabited, and when the boys attempted 
to make pea-soup, the worms or maggots would be dislodged and float 
cheerfully to the surface. This seems sickening, even at this late date, 
but in 1864-5 the boys at Libby Prison were not above skimming ofif 
the animals and diving into the soup with considerable, though per- 
haps subdued, enthusiasm. 

But even these scanty rations were reduced more and more, until 
actual starvation stared the prisoners in the face. The rations, always 
insufficient, were now quite inadequate to support life. Those who 
were entirely depending upon the prison fare, who had no friends at 
the north to send them boxes of food, began to suffer the tortures of 
gradual starvation. Even the boxes from the north were delayed, 
robbed, or entirely withheld in many cases, so that they brought but 
little relief. 

It is not surprising that hundreds of men, thus dying of starvation, 
lost their reason and were the prey of horrible fancies and hallucina- 
tions. Some would dream of the luxuries of home, and awaken from 
the vision of plenty only to feel that horrible gnawing and craving 
redoubled in intensity ; some in their ravings cursed themselves be- 
cause they had not eaten more when the opportunity existed ; others 
did nothing but talk of good things to eat. So strong became this 
hunger and so blunted grew the moral faculties that many a man who 
was normally the soul of honor and honesty actually plotted and con- 
trived to steal the dainties received by his more favored comrades. 

At the very same time there were hundreds of boxes filled with food 
and dainties constantly coming in from the north which the prisoners 
never saw ; and a squad of men, driven to desperation, one day tore up 
the prison floor and discovered in the room below a large quantity of 
most excellent provisions, upon which they surreptitiously feasted until 
the prison keepers discovered their good fortune and punished them 
severely for their presumption. 

There is no suffering more agonizing than the slow and lingering 
pains of hunger, unless it be the pangs of absolute death by starvation. 
It is a matter of small wonder that these famine-stricken, disease- 
infected, hunted and hounded captives lost their reasoning faculties 
and became as wild beasts ! 

DUNGEONS AND CELLS OF LIBBY. 

It must not be supposed that the worst has been told of the atrocities 
pBacticed upon Union prisoners by the authorities of Libby Prison. 



190 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 

Down beneath the building, in the moist, malarious earth, were dun- 
geons and cells, vile, fetid places, dark and noisome, the abode of rats 
and creeping things of every description. Into these cells, green and 
slimy, prisoners of every degree were thrust, upon the slightest real or 
fancied provocation. These dungeons were never warmed and at 
times were so crowded that the inmates were compelled to stand day 
and night for lack of room to lie down. A Pennsylvania officer who 
was confined in this " Black Hole " for five weeks emerged therefrom a 
pallid skeleton, his beard so covered with mould that one could pluck 
a double handful from it. Imagine the spectacle ! 

EATING REFUSE FROM SPITTOONS, ETC. 

We are informed by men who have lived through an imprisonment 
in these noisome, reeking dungeons, that they suffered terribly from 
cold. They ate their scanty daily ration the moment it was received, 
and during the rest of the twenty-four hours were compelled to fast, 
except when fortunate enough to catch rats, which were greedily de- 
voured. In their intense hunger the prisoners would often eat water- 
melon rinds and other refuse plucked from spittoons and other places 
even more vile. 

But this inhumanity was not confined to the living; it extended 
even to the disposal of the dead. Bodies were placed in the cellar to 
which the dogs and hogs of the street had access. Frequently they 
were devoured or mutilated by the rats which were afterward caught 
and eaten by the surviving prisoners. 

NUMBER OF PRISONERS CONFINED DEATHS. 

The number of prisoners confined in Libby Prison at any one time 
was never very large, but this was owing solely to the fact that its 
capacity w^as limited. " Standing room only " would have been an 
appropriate sign to display at the door at almost any time. Large 
numbers of prisoners were confined there temporarily and transferred 
to the w^orse holes further south. The total number of unwilling 
guests must have reached far up into the thousands. 

Notwithstanding the discomforts and deprivations of the prisoners, 
and the almost total lack of hospital service, the death rate, although 
large, never approached that of many of the other prison pens, notably 
Belle Isle, Millen and Andersonville. But hundreds of brave men 
died there in abject squalor and wretchedness ; hundreds died after 
their release, from the effect of rebel brutality, while a few yet survive, 
living witnesses to the martyrdom which well nigh wrecked their 
tortured bodies. 



THE CROWNING ACT OF INFAMY. 191 

THE CROWNING ACT OF INFAMY. 

At the time Kilpatrick made his nearly successful raid on Rich- 
mond the city was thrown into a panic by his approach, and the pri- 
son officials deliberately prepared a most expeditious way of closing 
the career of their prisoners. It was somewhat more merciful than 
starvation, because it substituted instantaneous death for an endless 
agony of dying, but it was none the less revolting and horrible. 

The prisoners had received an intimation of what was coming, and 
their spirits — always ready to respond to the faintest breath of hope — 
grew stronger. Richard Turner took care to darken the rosy prospect 
and redouble the anxiety of his captives by informing them that 
"should Kilpatrick succeed in entering Richmond, it would not help 
them, for the prison authorities would immediately blow up the 
prison with all its inmates." A rebel lieutenant was heard to say that 
the two hundred pounds of powder in the cellar would be sufficient 
to " blow every Yankee to hell." Turner, himself, in answer to the 
direct inquiry whether the prison was mined, said to a Federal colonel^ 
"yes; and I would have blown every one of you to Hades before I 
would have allowed you to be rescued." Even Bishop Johns, when 
asked whether it was a Christian mode of warfare to blow up defense- 
less prisoners, made the curious and evasive reply : " I suppose the 
authorities are satisfied on that point, though I do not mean to justify 
it." 

The idea is so monstrously shocking that the mind hesitates to 
grasp it or believe it. Some claim that it was only a menace to deter 
any further attempt to take Richmond by a raid. The truth can only 
be surmised, as the occasion did not arise. And yet, the evidence, 
coming direct by rebel admissions, had all the air of diabolical sincer- 
ity. A remark of Turner's gives a decided tone of probability to the 
fiendish design. He said : " Suppose Kilpatrick had got in here, what 
would my life have been worth after you all got loose f" This was his 
argument and his justification in a nutshell. 

Be the story true or false, the subsequent actions of the confederate 
government did not detract from its probability, and most people be- 
lieve that, had Kilpatrick reached Richmond, his troopers, bounding 
over the fortifications, eagerly intent upon rescuing their comrades, 
would have been greeted with the spectacle of three great brick build- 
ings lifted bodily in the air and let down with one stupendous crash 
upon the mangled and bleeding forms of hundreds of helpless men! 



192 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 

BELLE ISLE. 




^ELLE ISLE ! The very name sends a thrill of horror throHgh 
thousands of hearts. Those who suppose that Libby Prison 
witnessed all the horrors of southern captivity must learn 
that a*still lower depth of suffering is 3'et to be exposed. 

Belle Isle is a small island in the James river, which, as viewed 
from a little distance, has enough pretensions to beauty to justify its 
name. A portion of the island consists of a bluff covered with trees ; 
but the part used as a prison pen was low, sandy and barren, without 
a tree to protect it from the rays of a burning Southern sun. At the 
present day there is but little trace remaining of the old prison enclo- 
sure; the ground is nearly covered with piles of cinders, etc., from the 
Tredegar Iron Works near by. 

The Belle Isle j^rison pen was an enclosure of some four or five 
acres, surrounded by an earthwork several feet high, with a ditch on 
either side. On the edge of the outer ditch guards were stationed all 
around the enclosure at intervals of forty feet. The interior of the 
enclosure had some resemblance at a distance to an encampment, a 
number of Sibley tents being set in regular rows. Close inspection 
revealed the fact that the tents were old, rotten and torn, and at best 
could have sheltered only a very small percentage of the prisoners. 

Within these low mud walls were huddled from twelve to fourteen 
thousand men at one time; not housed up in walls nor buried in 
dungeons, but simply turned into the field like so many animals to 
find shelter when and how they might. So crowded were they that 
if each man had lain down on the ground, occupying the generous 
allotment for a " hospitable grave," say seven feet by two, the whole 
area of the enclosure would have been covered. 

Some indeed found shelter in the tents, but even these were wet 
with the rain and almost frozen by the chill blasts of winter. Thou- 
sands upon thousands had no shelter of any kind, not even a blanket. 
No effort was made to supply even the crudest materials for erecting 
huts or barracks, although the surrounding forests were full of timber 
that would have been a grateful boon to the suffering captives. 

Here thousands lay all summer, autumn and winter with naught 
but the sky for a covering and sand for a bed. When the hot glare 
of the summer sun fell upon the oozing morasses of the James, cover- 
ing its stagnant pools with green slime, the prisoners prayed in vain 
for some shelter from the sickening heat or at least the privilege of 
cooling their fevered bodies in the stream beyond. But no ! they were 



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193 



forced to broil and bake under the tropical rays of mid-day. Some of 
them burrowed in the sand ; others scooped out a shallow ditch long 
enough and wide enough to receive their bodies, and, covering it with 
brush, made a temporary refuge. When the rain descended they 
were forced to abandon even this haven of rest. 

And what can we say of the food? It was worse than that at 
Libby Prison and less of it. No man ever fed bis swine on such 




GUNNYBAO UNIFORMS FROM BELLE ISLE. 



swill. A fragment of corn bread, perhaps half a pound, containing 
cob, husk and all; meat, often tainted, very mule-like, and only a 
mouthful at that; a tablespoonful of rotten beans; soup thin and 
briny, and very often worms floating on top. Not all these luxuries 
at once — only one at a time, and that in quantity insufficient to sup- 
port a child of four years. 

But so desperate was their hunger that the prisoners were actually 
like ravenous beasts and disposed of these dainties almost the instant 



194 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 

they were issued. They would even fight over scraps of rotten meat 
and steal from one another without any hesitation whatever. One ex- 
prisoner, who is now a highly reputable business man of Philadelphia, 
informs the writer that he once stole a mouthful of " salt horse " from 
a fellow prisoner who was unguardedly carrying the precious morsel 
in his open hand. His hunger completely strangled his morality and 
even his humanity. 

There were numerous other indications of the desperate famine to 
which these poor men were subjected. They were glad to get the 
refuse bread which was occasionally thrown to them by the guards. 
They gnawed greedily at the ver}^ bones which had been thrown 
away, sometimes breaking them up and endeavoring to make soup 
from them. Rats were caught and greedily devoured. 

One day a dog, belonging to one of the officers in charge of the 
prison, was indiscreet enough to make a short cut across the enclosure 
instead of accompanying his master by the regular route around the 
outside of the fence. Unhappy canine ! His master whistled and 
shouted, but the dog ran in among the tents, and disappeared forever 
from mortal view. The men set upon him, killed him, tore him into 
fragments, and devoured him ! A speedy search was at once instituted 
but not even a bone or hair was ever recovered. This incident is fully 
vouched for by eye-witnesses who participated in the act. 

Most of the prisoners sold all their clothing and personal belong- 
ings to buy food. Many a man during the warmer months thus 
reduced his wardrobe down to a single garment. One man informs 
the writer that in October and November of 1862 his sole covering 
was a knit woolen shirt, tattered and torn but weighing over four 
pounds from the accretions of filth and grease. During the day it 
covered a considerable portion of his body ; but at night he was 
obliged to gather it up around his neck and ears when he lay doyrn 
on his bed of moist and clammy sand. 

As the weary months dragged on, hunger told its inevitable tale on 
all. Diarrhoea, scurvy, low malarial fevers and lung diseases set in. 
The poor captives became weak and emaciated. Many could not 
walk ; when they attempted it, giddiness and blindness came on and 
they fell in their tracks. 

To add to all this misery there came the unavoidable consequences 
of being herded and crowded together. Lice were in all quarters 
The bodies of the prisoners were encrusted with dirt and vermin. 
They were sore from lying in the sand, and some were " lice eaten " tc 
such an extent that hardly a healthy patch of skin was visible. 

The regulations as to bathing were so strict that only a few captives 



BELLE ISLE. 195 

per day could enjoy the blessed privilege. It was almost literally 
true, that they were allowed to wash themselves " only once in six 
months." 

The sinks were placed on the outer edge of the enclosure, and so 
prevalent were bowel diseases that it was no uncommon sight to see a 
hundred men in line waiting for their turn at the sinks. The men 
were denied the privileges of the sink after dark; hence, in the morn- 
ing the ground was saturated with the most disgusting filth. 

In order to secure an independent water supply the prisoners would 
dig wells within the enclosure — a square hole five feet deep was all- 
sufficient. On one side a few steps led down to the miry pool, which 
was thatched over with brush. The water was vile at best ; but after 
a rain, when the wells had received the surface water from the enclos- 
ure, they were worse than any sewer. 

Some of the prisoners became so hardened that they could scrape 
the scum from the surface and drink the fetid water beneath. 

The hospital tent on the island was always full of the sick. So in- 
sufficient in size was it that patients sometimes died while awaiting 
their turn for admission, while others were discharged while still in 
the pangs of mortal illness. The coverings were old dirty quilts; the 
straw beds were shockingly offensive from the discharges of wounds 
and secretions of the body. The tent had no floor, and the sick and 
dying were laid on straw, with logs, old shoes, etc., for pillows. That 
any of them lived through such treatment is almost past belief. 

To add to the general misery, the men lost all sense of right and 
wrong. Petty stealing and sneak thieving were the order of the day. 
If one man laid his knife or fork down for one instant out of his sight, 
he had no assurance that he would ever see it again. The tainted 
morsels of " salt horse " had to be guarded like so many precious 
jewels. Even the nauseating pea soup, maggots and all, had to be 
dispatched at once, or it was likely to be appropriated by some more 
active comrade in suffering. 

It was a piteous sight to see the poor, haggard, tottering, vermin- 
infested wretches, crawling into their sand holes at night. Many of 
them slept the sleep of death under their brush covering, and were 
discovered only when the processes of nature proclaimed their presence. 

As cold weather came on the prisoners burnt all the brush in the 
enclosure, and in the course of time it was almost impossible to find 
so much as a twig. 

Words can hardly express the destitution that existed. Even the 
ghastly pictures here shown of the emaciated forms of returned prison- 
ers give but a slight idea of the bony, tottering skeletons produced by 



196 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 

the hardships of Belle Isle, and yet they are true copies of photographs 
taken from life. 

It is equally impossible to give a correct idea of the tattered cloth- 
ing displayed by the men who were released from this foul place. Two 
members of a New Jersey regiment who were exchanged in November, 
1862, had but one rotten shirt apiece — and these were alive with ver- 
min and reached little below the waist. Before leaving the pen they 
managed to secure some old torn gunny bags, which they made into 
a semblance of breeches. No thread, no needle ! Scissors they hardly 
needed, for the rotten stuff was quite readily torn into a sort of pants 
pattern. With ravelings from the fabric and a pointed stick for a 
needle, they tied the bagging together until it would cover their 
nakedness, and thus they started homeward. Out the prison gates, 
through the capital of the confederacy they went, the sharp November 
wind striking chill after chill through their emaciated forms. 

Hatless, shoeless, coatless, they held their frail drapery around them 
until at Annapolis they were once more upon loyal soil, and strange 
to say, they yet live to tell the story and appear as living witnesses to 
the most inhuman acts that ever blotted the pages of history. 

INCIDENTS RELATED BY A SURVIVING EX-PRISONER. 

Charles F. Currie, of Camden, N. J., formerly a member of Company 
H, Fourth New Jersey Volunteers was confined at Belle Isle for many 
weary months. We are indebted to comrade Currie for the following 
very interesting reminiscences, which we give as nearly as possible, 
verbatim : 

Tobacco was a luxury greatly craved and almost impossible to get. 
The possessor of a whole plug, or even a smaller portion, had to guard 
it as his life. 

We were sitting one day near the boundary of the enclosure watching 
our guards pacing to and fro. One of these guards drew from his 
pocket a long plug of tobacco, cut off a portion and restored the plug 
to his pocket. The sight of a whole plug of tobacco was more than 
exciting — it was maddening; and I plucked up courage as the guard 
drew near to me to exclaim. 

" Lord, I wish some one would give me a chew of tobacco !" 

The guard halted. 

" Who's that wants er chaw ?" he said. 

I wasn't long in telling him who it was, and to my intense delight 
he produced the precious plug, cut it in two in the middle, came to me 
and handed me one-half and then resumed his beat. 

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strangers to me ; and I knew that my only hope of preserving the 
treasure lay in flight, I ran like a deer until I reached our own 
quarters and sought refuge with my own messmates. Then we divided 
the plug. 

We chewed until the tobacco would no longer hold together in our 
mouths, and then carefully removing the "remains," we laid them 
tenderly on chips to dry in the sun for future reference. But not for 
one instant did we dare take our eyes from the " cuds," for even a 
second-hand " chaw " was a tempting morsel, and had we relaxed our 
vigilance for a moment some covetous fellow prisoner would have 
relieved us of our treasure. 

There was a little drummer boy in our tent, a frail, delicate little 
fellow, whose wan and pitiful appearance seemed to soften the hearts 
of our custodians, and the little fellow was allowed some privileges 
that were denied to the rest of us. Just outside of the guard rail, and 
near the middle of the island, was our cook house, and near by was 
the store-house for bread. The latter had a slat bottom and was set 
upon posts about two feet high ; the crumbs and scales from the loaves 
sifted through to the ground. The officer in charge would sometimes 
allow this little drummer boy to go over to the bread house and 
gather up the crumbs. He had no basket, or other vessel to carry 
them in, so he would pull his shirt up above the waistband of his 
trousers and stuff the " slack " full of crumbs, and then come over to 
our tent and empty them on the ground so that we could all feast 
upon them. 

This little fellow — I have forgotten his name — was very cute, and 
when the officer was not looking he would reach up and gouge a large 
piece out of a loaf and hurriedly hide it in among the crumbs. Living 
upon crumbs has been considered very light diet ever since the days 
of Lazarus, but I can distinctly remember the time when a shirt full 
of crumbs looked as tempting to me as a ten-course dinner would 
now-a-days. 

Sometimes men who were crazed by fever and suffering would 
attempt to escape. One of the men of my regiment, Robert Love, of 
Company G, was one of these. He made a desperate rush and suc- 
ceeded in passing both lines of guards, and threw himself into the 
James, striking out for the opposite shore. Of course the alarm was 
given at once, and in a few minutes the shore was lined with guards, 
each shooting at the bold man who was swimming across the stream. 
There must have been at least a hundred guards, each one firing as 
fast as he could load, but strange to say, not a shot reached the mark. 
By the time poor Love, thoroughly exhausted, reached the opposite 



2UU PfllSON PENS OF DIXIE. 

shore, there were plenty of " rebs " there to meet him. The poor fellow 
was brought back, put in irons, and died shortly afterward. 

Durino; McClellan's retreat from the Peninsula he left thousands of 
small arms of all kinds on the battlefield. These were gathered up 
and many of them were sent over to Belle Isle with a view to having 
them cleaned and scoured up by the Union prisoners. The autho- 
rities offered an extra loaf of bread each day to any prisoner who would 
engage in this work. This was a great temptation, under the circum- 
stances, but so far as I know only one yielded to the seductive offer, 
and he only worked one day. As soon as he came into camp that 
night one side of his head was shaved and he was given a sound 
thrashing by his disgusted comrades. 

One of the " characters " on the island was " Abe " Tice, of my com- 
pany. Abe was one of the stalwart kind, and a better soldier never 
shouldered a musket. But he didn't like the " Johnnies " for a cent. 
One day he and I had been out to the sink, and when returning, about 
half-way between the sink and the guard-rail, we encountered a little, 
dried up specimen of a rebel soldier. Abe stopped short, looked around 
at the fellow for a few seconds, and then, in a tone of infinite contempt 
and disgust, exclaimed : 

"Are you one of those blasted pusillanimous little whipper-snappers 
that claimed you could whip any six Yankees ?" 

Notwithstanding, the fellow was on his own ground and clothed with 
authority, he was actually frightened, and hardly knew what to say. 

Finally he managed to reply : 

*' I reckon I is, sah." 

" You is, is you ? Why, blast your little insignificant soul, if they 
will turn me loose among fifty such as you, I will whip the whole 
business, single-handed, and never get out of my tracks !" shouted Abe, 
while the little soldier turned white with fear and rage. 

It was lucky for Abe that the fellow was off duty and unarmed, or 
he would have certainly got a bullet through him for his impudence. 
As it was we got into camp without any trouble, and never heard any- 
thing more about the circumstance. 

The death roll was something fearful. Almost every morning there 
would be four or five poor fellows found dead in their holes or tents. 
Just as soon as a death was made known there would be a grand rush 
over to the guard rail in front of the commander's quarters, and a 
hundred or more men would be begging for the privilege of going out 
to help bury the corpse; for, on such occasions, each man detailed for 
that duty received an extra ration of bread. 



SALISBURY — ACCOMMODATIONS AND RATIONS. 201 

SALISBURY PRISON. 




IHE prison at Salisbury, N. C, was for some time quite a palace 
as compared to other pens, but ere long it degenerated into 
one of the worst. Most of the captives were privates, 
although some commissioned officers were also confined 
there. The prison proper was a large brick structure about forty by 
one hundred feet, and four stories high. It was erected for a cotton 
factory. In addition to this were six tenement houses adjoining, and 
a number of buildings were erected from time to time to be used as 
hospitals. The buildings would hold about five hundred men withoui 
crowding. 

ACCOMMODATIONS AND RATIONS. 

The prison yard covered some four acres, and it was surrounded by 
a high board fence. A few tents were set up in the yard, but when 
the number of prisoners increased to thousands there was not shelter 
enough for one-half of them. Thousands were exposed to the weather 
day and night throughout the winter, and in a majority of cases the 
men possessed neither overcoat nor blanket, not even a blouse or a 
pair of shoes. In this condition of semi-nudity the poor fellows bur- 
rowed in the earth, crept under buildings or worried through the chill 
December nights in the open air, lying unsheltered upon the muddy, 
frozen, or snowy ground. To see these brave sufferers, coatless, hat- 
less and shoeless, shivering around the yard, was a sight piteous beyond 
description. "* 

The rations were about on a par with those hitherto described — per- 
haps even more scanty. The men were organized into divisions of 
one thousand each, and the divisions were subdivided into squads of 
one hundred. It was of daily occurrence that one or more divisions 
were kept without a mouthful of food for twenty-four hours, and in 
some cases as long as forty-eight hours. 

The prisoners sold every scrap of their personal belongings, often 
down to the shirts on their backs, to obtain money to buy bread, and 
it took from five to twenty dollars of confederate money to buy one 
small loaf. At this very time the commissary warehouse in Salisbury 
was packed to the roof with corn and pork, and this starvation of the 
prisoners was a deliberate and willful piece of cruelty on the part of 
Major John H. Gee, the post-commandant. When a subordinate, 
who knew of the plenty which existed, asked Gee for permission to 
give the prisoners full rations, this chivalrous product of southern 
civilization replied, " No, them, give them quarter rations 1" 



202 



PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 



THE HOSPITALS AT SALISBURY. 

To call the filthy pens where the sick prisoners were confined " hos- 
pitals," is a strange perversion of the English language. A better 
term would be " slaughter-houses "—and in fact that was the term 



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applied to them by the inmates of Salisbury prison. Long, low struc- 
tures, averaging twenty-five by seventy feet, some of brick and others 
of logs, they were unattractive without and unspeakably horrible 
within. The sick and dying prisoners lay in rows on the rough floors ; 



DECEMBER AT SALISBURY. 203 

no beds nor bedding — often not so much as a wisp of straw. There 
they lay, huddled upon the filthy, cold and naked floor — rows of 
ghastly, staring faces — skeletons in rags ! To see that spectacle once 
was to see it forever. The wasted forms, the sad, pleading eyes of 
those sufferers, the sob of sorrow, the wail of despair, the awful hack ! 
hack ! hack ! — such scenes and sounds can never be forgotten. 

The sick prisoners were foul with dirt and vermin. No brushes nor 
brooms were provided to clean the floors and walls, and even had these 
implements been available, there was not sufficient water for the pur- 
pose, and no soap at all. The nurses could not even procure w^ater 
enough to wash the hands and faces of these sick and dying men, and 
there they lay in the filth that proceeded from their own bodies. The 
air in these enclosures was stifling, and one would have thought that 
this alone would be sufficient to poison all sources of life within. It 
was pestilential. 

The last scene was the dead wagon, with its ghastly load of stiffening 
corpses piled in like cord-wood — the arms and legs swaying with the 
motion of the cart, the pitiful white faces staring with dropped jaw and 
stony eyes — rattling along to the trenches outside, where its precious 
burden was dumped and hastily covered over with a few inches of dirt. 

Suffering everywhere ! not a face relaxing into a smile ; every e3''e 
dull with despondency; every cheek sunken with want; every lip 
trembling with unuttered pain. From every tent and hut, from every 
hole in the ground, came forth gaunt and ghastly men perishing by 
inches, naked, hungry, ravenous, wild with pain and suffering. 

No artist in words or color could paint a picture so dark as that 
presented by actual scenes in this terrestrial Tophet. 

DECEMBER AT SALISBURY. 

Imagine a raw December day. The air is sharp and penetrating; 
the ground is half covered with slush and snow, and a chilly rain is 
falling. Of the nine thousand poor wTetches within the prison walls, 
less than one-half can find shelter in the buildings, tents and mud 
huts ; the rest are striving as they may to escape the biting blasts this 
dreary afternoon. Hundred are shoeless, with no clothing save a light 
blouse or shirt, with, perhaps, a pair of thin cotton trousers — never 
strong, and now tattered and torn. 

Starved and hollow-eyed creatures everywhere ! They huddle over 
a fire of green and smoky wood in a crowded tent — the very atmost 
phere is suffocating. They cling shiveringly to the outside chimneys 
of the squalid hospitals, hoping to extract a little warmth from the 
half-heated bricks. They curl themselves up in their narrow caves, 



204 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 

while the burning pine fills their eyes with acrid smoke without warm- 
ing their benumbed bodies. They stand with pallid cheek and wistful 
eyes, begging for admission even into those " slaughter pens " where 
their sick companions are lying in dirt, distress, and despair. 

The ration is issued. A famished man rolls his portion of corn 
bread into one tin}'' mass and swallows it whole. Others are fishing 
about in even the filthiest places for stray morsels of food. Perchance 
a lucky one finds a bone — he eagerly snatches it and greedily gnaws 
at it, while his companions look wishfully on. 

Night comes, but with it no relief. The darkness shadows the 
misery, but intensifies it. The men lie down wherever the chance 
affords, huddling together for mutual warmth. A dozen of them fill 
a trench. At sunrise some of them rise and resume their weary tramp; 
some are frozen stiff. 

THE MASSACRE AT SALISBURY. 

One cold November day the crisis came. A handful of men resolved 
to break from their captivity or perish in the attempt. Without de- 
liberation or concert of action, acting solely upon momentary impulse, 
a portion of the prisoners made a desperate, ill-advised and futile 
effort to escape from bondage. Forty-eight hours they had been with- 
out food, even the scanty prison fare having been denied them. They 
were weak and faint, but desperation gave them superhuman strength. 

" We may as well perish by the swift bullet of the guard as by the 
systematic starvation of the authorities," they said. 

A rebel relief of sixteen men entered the prison yard at noon. 
These desperate prisoners, armed with clubs, sprang upon them. The 
rebel soldiers, surprised by the onset, were quickly disarmed. One 
guard resisted, but a quick bayonet thrust let out his life blood. An- 
other raised his musket, but before he could pull the trigger his brains 
spattered the fence behind him. The rest rushed back to their camp 
outside and gave the alarm. 

The prisoners rushed en masse to one part of the enclosure, hoping to 
make a breach in the walls. Axes they had none — not even a pick or 
crowbar. The clubbed muskets were insufficient; not a man escaped 
from the yard. Had they divided their forces into small squads, sorne 
might have escaped in the confusion of the guards. As it was they 
were massed in one spot, and in less than three minutes from the out- 
break every musket in the garrison was turned upon them, and two 
field pieces were hurling grape and canister into the struggling throng. 
The prisoners ran like sheep for cover. Not a man was freed, but seventy 
lay stretched upon the ground — not one of whom, in all probability, 
had anything to do with the first emeute. The insurrection was over. 



PLANS FOR ESCAPE. 205 

After this occurrence cold blooded murders were frequent. Guards 
would deliberately shoot and kill prisoners at will, without the slight- 
est rebuke or restraint from the authorities. The negro prisoners were 
the chief objects of this murderous practice, but black and white alike 
suffered. The excuse and opportunity for wholesale slaughter was too 
good to be neglected. 

PLANS FOR ESCAPE. 

Many and various were the plans for escape. The tunnel was the 
favorite method, and it is likely that the number of tunnels projected, 
begun, and finished would run well up into the hundreds. A very few 
proved successful ; the great majority not only failed, but their dis- 
covery brought additional woe to the projectors. 

The trouble with tunnel construction was something like that con- 
nected with making railroads — first, to secure the right of way and after 
that to obtain proper terminal facilities. 

It was not only inconvenient but embarrassing to spend weeks in 
digging a tunnel with a case knife and an old hinge, working day and 
night, only to open out inside the prison walls, or in some other place 
within the range of the guards' muskets. It seemed that the fates were 
against this means of escape. One ex-prisoner, who spent nearly two 
years in southern prisons, quaintly says : 

" Tunnels were my thought by day and my dream by night for more 
than twenty months. I was always a stockholder in some tunnel con- 
templated, begun or completed. I helped to plan tunnels, watched 
over them ; crept into them and out of them ; but alas ! never crept 
through one. Freedom was associated in my mind with a tunnel. I 
fancied Adam must have crawled into paradise through a tunnel. 

" But any tunnel in which I was interested was sure to be exposed, 
or too long deferred, or to cave in the very moment it was ready to be 
tapped. 

" Any guard whom we had gotten into a proper condition to take our 
money, and give us our freedom, was certain to be detailed, or fall sick 
or die, or get drunk, just when we needed him. 

"Any night on which we required complete darkness, was certain 
to be decked out with at least a thousand additional stars and an extra 
flood of moonlight." 

No doubt this was the universal experience, but the efforts were never 
relaxed. If the construction of tunnels failed to liberate the men, it at 
least furnished wholesome food for thought, and buoyed up their spirits 
with that hope which alone sustained the life of many a captive. 



206 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 

ANDERSONVILLE. 



[|T is no doubt true that many of the prisoners who were rescued 
from Andersonville prison were deterred from relating their 
experiences there by the fear that almost any one not personally 
acquainted with the facts would be inclined to doubt the accu- 
racy of the statements. More than one civilian has listened to the 
pitiful tale of a returned prisoner, and afterward remarked, " Well, 
no doubt it was a rather tough place, but that fellow was probably 
stretching it a little." And this in all sincerity ; for we doubt if any 
man who never saw Andersonville ever had a full realization of its 
horrors. 

At Andersonville prison the rebel atrocities reached their height. 
It was located in the very heart of the confederacy, and sprung into 
existence during the later days of the war, at a time when hatred and 
vengeance held full possession of the southern heart. All of the 
southern prisons gradually grew worse as the war progressed, but it is 
doubtful if any of the others ever reached the depths of horror which 
made the very name of Andersonville a synonym for everything 
frightful and inhuman. 

LOCATION AND SURROUNDINGS. 

Sixty-one miles southwest of Macon, Georgia, on the Georgia Central 
Railroad, is the little town of Andersonville, having now a population 
of about 500 souls. The village lies about fifty miles east of the 
Alabama state line, and is in Sumter county. For miles around, in 
Sumter county, as well as in the adjoining counties of Schley, Macon 
and Dooly, the country is thinly settled, and is about evenly divided 
between swamps and rolling plains, thickly covered with oak and pine 
forests. The general aspect is unattractive. Tw^enty-five years ago the 
land was practically valueless, and the forests regarded as worthless, 
for millions of feet of excellent timber were burned up for mere pur- 
pose of clearing the land. This circumstance serves to show how easy 
it would have been for the rebels to provide shelter for our suffering 
boys, who would gladly have cut and hauled the timber for that pur- 
pose had the opportunity been granted. 

The prison pen was located about a mile southeast of the railroad 
station. It was formed by a stockade made of pine logs averaging 
sixteen feet in length, of which four feet were under ground, making 
the height of the stockade about twelve feet. After a few of the 
prisoners had succeeded in tunnelling out of the enclosure, a second 



LOCATION AND SURROUNDINGS. 



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stockade was constructed a short distance outside of the first one, after 
which it was next to impossible to escape by means of a tunnel. Sen- 
tinels by day and watch-fires by night, supplemented by dozens of 
savage bloodhounds, rendered this double stockade entirely efi'ective. 

On the side hills commanding the enclosure, and within three hun- 
dred yards, were fortifications mounting twenty-four twelve pound 
Napoleon Parrott guns. These were no doubt intended to " blow the 




MAP OF ANDEESONVIIil^E PRISON PEN. 



Yanks to kingdom come " in case of a general insurrection. Although 
never used, they did not add anything to the general cheerfulness of 
the situation. 

Some uncertainty exists as to the area occupied by this prison pen ; 
but the best judges agree that it contained, after its enlargement, about 
twenty -five acres, of which five acres were swampy and not occupied. 



208 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 

A sluggish stream, in a semi-artificial channel, proceeding from a 
neighboring swamp, traversed the enclosure and the morass within it 
The water was warm and mucky, and in addition to its natural unclean- 
ness it received all the filth from the rebel camp without the enclosure. 
Grease and offal from the cook-house, and vile matter from the sinks, 
lay upon the surface of the stream. The prisoners could plainly see 
the rebel soldiers washing their filthy clothing in the water which 
later came down to them to drink ! All the water used for cooking or 
washing had to come from this filthy stream. The only alternative 
was to resort to the shallow wells which the men scooped out along the 
margins of the swamps, and which shortly yielded water quite as 
impure as that of the stream itself. 

The soil within the enclosure was hard red clay with a light covering 
of sand — this, of course, outside of the swamp, which was mucky and 
filled with all sorts of debris from the camp. 

A PICTURE OF DESOLATION. 

The new-comers, on being driven into the enclosure, would look 
around them with ill-concealed symptoms of extreme horror. Around 
them on all sides, towered the unyielding wall of pine logs, all com- 
munication with the outside world being eff'ectually shut off. Droves 
of starved creatures jostling each other about — hardly standing room 
for all; some were naked, and all were covered with vermin and dirt; 
hungry, haggard and hopeless beings everywhere. On top of the 
pine-log barrier were numberless guards, pacing to and fro, rifle in 
hand, ever on the alert to detect the slightest violation of the stringent 
prison rules, thereby securing the privilege of " putting a bullet through 
a Yank." 

During the hot season, which embraces most of the year in Southern 
Georgia, the men were totally without shelter save what their ingenu- 
ity and enterprise could devise. The rebels, with characteristic fore- 
thought and kindness, had cut down every shade tree in the enclosure. 
There was hardly so much as a leaf to protect the prisoners from the 
burning sun, which beat down into the faces and upon the heads of 
the suffering captives with a torrid intensity that was alone almost 
enough to destroy life. When the sun was not blazing down from 
the brassy southern sky, the rain was usually falling in torrents, 
drenching one and all to the skin. Some of the first inmates were 
lucky enough to secure a semblance of shelter, but the great majority 
had absolutely none. A few days, or even hours, of rain produced 
mud everywhere. In the rainy season the prisoners were forced to 
lie and sleep in it, like so many hogs in a " wallow." The new arrivals 



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209 



would anxiously inquire for the tents or sheds only to be informed 
" there are none." The owner of a pine log large enough to serve as a 




seat was a sort of nabob among his fellows. During the time when 
the enclosure was most crowded such a treasure was jealously guarded 
by its possessor, or generously loaned about among his friends. 



210 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 

About thirty feet inside the stockade was a light railing, set on posts 
two feet in height. This was the " dead line," and no prisoner was 
permitted to so much as extend a finger past this barrier. If any 
prisoner, either ignorantly or intentionally, transgressed this rule, in- 
stant death followed, for the guards, pacing along the top of the 
stockade, ten yards distant, were ever ready with cocked rifle. Many 
a poor man who knew not the terrible meaning of this insignificant 
fence, met his death without a moment's warning ; and not a few there 
were who deliberately threw themselves outside, and welcomed the 
guard's bullet as a happy release from horrors they could no longer 
endure. 

The stream of water which flowed — or rather crept — through the 
enclosure became so horribly impure that a thick scum formed upon 
it, the hot sun breeding disgusting life, so that the surface of the 
water moved as though stirred by a gentle breeze. New arrivals, be- 
holding this, and being informed that it constituted their water supply, 
would look about them and exclaim : " Is this hell ?" Yet they would 
soon become callous, and enter unmoved the horrible rottenness. 
Knowing that the water was somewhat less impure at the upper end 
of the enclosure, where the stream entered, the poor wretches w^ould 
crowd along the dead line at that point, striving to secure a water 
supply less contaminated. Here it was that many met their fate 
struggling and striving for a purer draught, they would often stretch 
out their hands beyond the fatal line, and speedy death w^as their re- 
ward. A member of a New York regiment relates a story of such an 
occurrence, which fairly makes one's blood run cold : 

" I went one day to the upper part of the enclosure to try and get a 
tin can full of water. I really could not drink that which was to be had 
down by the swamp, and that coming from the wells was w^orse yet; 
for it had rained hard for two days, and the wells were nothing but 
cess-pools. On arriving there I found that quite a number were ahead 
of me, and so I waited for a chance to get in without crowding. While 
waiting, my attention was drawn to one of the guards who w^as watch- 
ing the little knot of men as carefully and eagerly as a cat watches a 
rat hole. He had his rifle at full cock, ready to fire at an instant's 
notice. I was rather new to Andersonville at that time, and could 
hardly believe that he really intended to shoot, but while I still watched 
him, and before I could shout a warning, he detected one of our men 
in the act of reaching under the dead line fence, in his wild effort to 
secure a draught of pure water. Like a flash he drove a bullet through 
his victim's brain, and another poor soul was released from rebel tor- 
ture. The rest stood petrified with horror • some shed tears ; some 



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rent the air with great oaths; the dead body lay prone on the muddy 
ground, and a dark rivulet of blood moved slowly toward the putrid 
stream. Even the guard, monster though he was, turned his face from 
the scene. As for myself, I almost envied the dead creature lying 
before me, but my uppermost feeling was a desire to live and some day 
meet that rebel demon face to face and upon equal terms." 

The " dead-line " bullet spared no offender. One poor fellow, just 
from Sherman's army — his name was Eoberts — was trying to wash 
his face near the " dead-line " railing, when he slipped on the clayey 
bottom, and fell with his head just outside the fatal border. A warn- 
ing- cry arose, but it was too late — " another guard would have a fur- 
lough," the men said. It was a common belief among our men, aris- 
ing from statements made by the guard, that General Winder, in 
command, issued an order that any one of the guards who should shoot 
a Yankee outside of the " dead-line " should have a month's furlough, 
but this may not have been strictly true. 

RATIONS. 

It would be hard to give any accurate description of the stuff that 
was furnished for food. Most of the time a pint of corn-meal, or a 
chunk of corn-bread was about the extent of the daily ration. Occa- 
sionally it was rice, and for quite a while it was beans. It goes without 
saying that the quality was poor. A small piece of pork or beef was 
sometimes included, but it was rarely eatable. The stuff was about 
half cooked, as a rule, and its condition throughout was filthy in the 
extreme. All sorts of living and crawling things infested the rations, 
and if it had not been such a serious matter it would certainly have 
been a funny sight to see the boys turning over their rice or beans 
with sticks, and scrutinizing each particle with so much success that 
the whole ration was often condemned as utterly worthless. Corn 
husk, feathers, pods and sand were the cleanest adulterants found, and 
these were not much objected to ; but creeping worms, " thousand- 
leggers," droppings from hen roosts, and such things, certainly did 
steal one's appetite away, even at Andersonville. 

As a substitute for meat, sorghum syrup or molasses was served for 
a time. Had it been of a good or even ordinary quality it would 
have been more acceptable than the meat ; but it was rancid and other- 
wise damaged, and not only did not nourish, but actually produced 
serious bowel disorders. Salt was a precious commodity, and one which 
the confederacy supplied only in homoeopathic doses. 

Judging from the appearance of the rations, they were stored in old 
sheds and barns, where the rats, mice, cats and dogs had free access, 



212 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 

and the usual mode of serving them — dumping them upon the ground 
— did not add to their palatability. The quantity and quality of the 
rations were neatly summed up by one prisoner who said ; " We didn't 
get anything and what we did get was worse than nothing at all 1 " 

SUFFERING AND DEATH. 

If no other cause of mortality than an impure water supply had 
existed, that alone would have been almost enough to explain the 
frightful death rate. But combined with this were other causes- 
exposure to unwonted heat, exposure to the rain and frost, unfit food, 
and that horrible anxiety and dread which hung like a pall over 
everybody and everything. The only wonder is that there were any 
survivors at all. 

We have already described the filthy stream which constituted the 
nominal water supply. This was supplemented by numerous shallow 
wells which the men dug along its margin and which at first yielded 
water of a somewhat better quality. A few deeper wells were dug on 
higher ground, but even these became contaminated. When it is 
understood that there was absolutely no arrangement made for sewer- 
age, and that each acre had a population of over one thousand men, 
some idea may be had of the filth that covered the ground and satur- 
ated it. The shallow wells on the low lands became the natural catch 
basins, and their condition after a heavy rain may be better imagined 
than described. 

The morass, or swamp, became the repository for most of this ex- 
cremental matter, and the atmosphere in its vicinity was simply stifling* 
Under the August sun the entire swamp was a mass of creeping, crawl- 
ing, wriggling life ! Out of this putrid, pestilential mass came forth 
maggots and other vermin, which spread throughout the enclosure. 
Hardly a square foot of ground was free from the creeping pests. Those 
prisoners who were able fought them desperately, but the sick and 
dying sufi^ered tortures — the foul things literally devouring them alive. 
To see these weak and helpless wretches — fou] wnth mud and filth, 
writhing in agony; maggots, worms and lice crawling and creeping 
even from mouth, eyes and ears, was something well calculated to turn 
the brain and paralyze the soul of the most stone-hearted observer. 

Scurvy with running ulcers, gangrene, bloody diarrhoea — few escaped 
some of these ailments. A simple change of diet would have checked 
most cases of scurvy, but the authorities never made a move in that 
direction. Pure water in abundance could have been brought fron; 
the river less than a mile away, but not a drop came. It seems almosi^ 
impossible to believe these things, but no historical fact is bettei 



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213 



authenticated, and living witnesses still bear witness to these state- 
ments and their complete accuracy. 
Suicides were not uncommon. One man deliberately walked across 




the dead line, folded his arms, and called upon the guard to shoot* 
The guard took deliberate aim and fired, but the cap failed to explode. 
The suicide stood immovable as a statue, and the bystanders watched 



214 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. ^ 

horror-stricken while the guard adjusted a fresh cap and shot the half- 
crazed victim dead. Such incidents were of common occurrence, 
averaging two or more each day. 

The most pitiable objects were those men who had no friends or 
particular associates in the prison. When a number kept together 
there could be, at times, some semblance of cheerfulness ; but not so 
with the unfortunates who had to bear their griefs alone. The men 
who had quarters in the vicinity of the swamp suffered sooner and 
more intensely than those on the uplands ; and many a one crawled 
on hands and knees up on the hillside to die. But even this poor boon 
was sometimes grudgingly given, and the poor, dying wretches ordered 
to " move on " by the occupants of the more favorable quarters. 

The hospital service was of little or no value. Not only were the 
accommodations utterly inadequate, but the diet was little if any better 
in the hospital than in the camp, and men who are starving cannot 
be helped by drugs. The rate of mortality was something appalling, 
the number of deaths averaging from 150 to 175 daily. The total 
number of deaths has never been accurately given, but it is known 
that the bodies of 14,000 unknown and nameless Union heroes lie 
to-day in and around this accursed spot. 

The dead-house was always overcrowded. Eye witnesses state that 
over 150 bodies were sometimes lying there awaiting burial, some of 
them appearing in such condition that it seemed they would fall to 
pieces. 

Some men died in lingering agony, and others passed away instantly 
as though their spirits had suddenly given up the unequal struggle 
and had gladly parted from the pain-racked bodies. Many died from 
simple and actual starvation, their stomachs being unable longer to 
digest the food. For a man to find on awakening in the morning 
that the comrade by his side was cold in death was an occurrence too 
common to be noted. 

The clothing of the prisoners was miserable in the extreme. Very 
few had coats or pants, more than one-half were indecently exposed, 
and' many were naked. The mental condition of the men was some- 
thing terrible — in many cases a sort of melancholy, beginning in 
despondency and ending in despair or a kind of stolid and idiotic 
indifference. Many spent their time in arousing and encouraging 
their fellows, but hundreds lay motionless or stalked vacantly to and 
fro, quite beyond any aid that could be given them within prison 
walls. 

The evidence bearing upon the horrors of Andersonville does not 
rest alone upon the testimony of northern men. One Dr. Bates, of 



EXECUTION OF THE THIEVES. 215 

Georgia, who was employed for a time as a physician in the Anderson- 
ville hospital, bore witness to the truth of all these allegations when 
he said, under oath : " Many of the men were lying partially naked, 
dirty and lousy in the sand ; others were crowded together in small 
tents, the latter unserviceable at best. Knowing that it was against 
orders to take anything to the men, I was obliged to slip anything I 
took to them very slyly into my pockets. They often asked me for a 
pinch of salt, or for siftings of meal that they might make a little bread. 
They have even asked me for a hone ! I found persons lying dead 
among the living, and thinking that they merely slept, I have tried 
to wake them up and found that they were taking their everlasting 
sleep," etc. This refers only to the hospital, which was somewhat 
better than the stockaded enclosure. But when such testimony comes 
under oath from a confederate officer, why longer question the unani- 
mous testimony of our own boys ? 

EXECUTION OF THE THIEVES. 

As might be expected, the personal and moral character of the 
prisoners at Andersonville presented every possible phase. The great 
majority, of course, were men of average education, refinement and 
morality, but there were some of the lowest grade also. While a large 
majority of the soldiers of the Union army entered the service with no 
incentive save that of high patriotism, a certain proportion, mostly 
from the large cities and of foreign birth, were actuated solely by a 
desire to rob, plunder and destroy. It was only natural that this class, 
under the condition which existed at the southern prisons, lost all 
regard for morality and decency, had no fellow-feeling for their fellow 
captives, and strove for their own comfort and convenience at the 
expense of anybody and everybody. The old saying, " birds of a 
feather flock together," was fully exemplified in this case. The lawless 
element withdrew from the better class and established a sort of head- 
quarters in one corner of the enclosure, where they were banded 
together to pillage and despoil all who came in their way. This was 
before the enlargement of the enclosure, and at a time when the inmates 
numbered something over 14,000. 

This lawless band became so bold, and their operations were so 
successful, that they actually became the terror of the place, and 
anarchy of the worst type seemed sure to be added to the other horrors 
of the prison pen. But from among the other element arose a strong 
leader, an Illinois soldier by the name of Key, who organized a band 
of " Regulators," with the avowed purpose of stamping out this new 
enemy which threatened to prove the worst of all. 



216 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 

Following the perpetration of some specially outrageous assaults, 
during which at least one man was beaten to death by the robber 
gang, the regulators began their work, and soon had some seventy 
prisoners in the hands of the prison guard, who had agreed to hold 
them in confinement until their trial. A search of the rendezvous of 
the thieves brought to light a large amount of plunder, consisting of 
watches, money and other valuables, all of which were duly seized by 
the rebels. At last, a jury of twelve men was selected and after a fair 
and impartial trial six of the ringleaders were adjudged guilty of 
robbery and murder and sentenced to die upon the scaffold. Many 
others were sentenced to " run the gauntlet," and not a few of them 
were terribly punished by the enraged men. The six were hanged 
on a gallows erected for that purpose, on the 11th day of July, 1864, 
in the presence of their assembled comrades and a prison guard. It 
was indeed a sad and strange sight, but it was a necessity that could 
not be averted nor delayed. The effect was salutary, and put an end to 
the operations of the desperate gang. 

Bad as these men were, and well deserved as was their fate, we 
can hardly wonder at their desperation and their utter moral obliquity. 
Apparently deserted by both God and man, all hope dead within them, 
death, in most horrible forms, staring them in the face — can we won- 
der that they lost all semblance of humanity? 

NUMBER OF MEN IMPRISONED — DEATHS. 

The original size of the prison enclosure was seventeen acres, and the 
largest number of men confined in that space was about fifteen thou- 
sand. The enclosure was enlarged in July, 1864, to about twenty-five 
acres. The greatest number of prisoners confined in this enlarged en- 
closure was about 30,000. The exact number of prisoners confined 
and the exact number of deaths will probably never be known ; 
but it is safe to say that more than half of the prisoners who 
were driven into the enclosure never left it alive, and thousands more 
died after their release. 



ESCAPE FROM COLUMBIA PRISON. 



IHE asylum and grounds were surrounded by a brick wall 
ten feet high, the whole forming an oblong enclosure. 
Through the middle of this enclosure was erected a high 
board fence, and around the whole of the part in which we 
were confined, says Lieutenant S. G. Boone, on the outside and within 
about three feet of the top of the fence, was a platform, upon which the 




ESCAPE FKOM COLUMBIA PRISON. 217 

slow measured tread of the dreaded sentinel could be heard day and 
night. The part in which we were confined was the one farthest from 
the main building, and contained several outbuildings supposed to 
have been used for patients afflicted with contagious disease, or perhaps 
for extreme cases of insanity. The largest of these was in use as a 
hospital for our sick officers. Lieutenant George W, Grant was at the 
time acting as nurse to our sick, and had good prospects of an early 
exchange with the next batch of sick officers soon to be sent North. 
Late in the evening of February 14, 1865, we received orders from the 
rebel authorities to be in readiness to move at five A. M. next day — 
no one knew where. 

Soon after the order had been issued a small party, among them 
Lieutenant Grant, determined to effect their escape, if possible, by con- 
cealing themselves in the building and remaining until Sherman's 
lines should be extended beyond the city ; for, judging by the news 
contained in the daily papers which were smuggled into the stockade 
by negroes who brought in our scanty supply of food and fuel, Sher- 
man's army was not far distant, although the citizens were time and 
again assured that the available force at hand would crush or annihi- 
late Sherman long before reaching Columbia. Lieutenant Grant let 
me into the secret and informed me of his intention of remaining with 
the sick. I took his place, and thirteen of us during the night secreted 
ourselves under the roof above the second story. Overhead, next 
to the roof, were old fashioned joists, and boards were nailed down 
upon these without leaving even a trap-door anywhere overhead. 
Yankee ingenuity was not long in devising a way of getting up under 
that roof, and this, too, without ever being detected by our custodians. 

"With an ordinary table knife, the back of which was filed into a 
saw, the ends of two boards were sawed off close to the joint in one 
corner of the room overhead in the second story, and on the side of 
the joist nearest the wall. Unprepared to endure a long and close 
confinement, but resolved that fate might do its worst, we hastily 
gathered a few morsels of food together, and thirteen of us, long before 
daylight on the 15th day of February, 1865, crept into our hiding 
place and carefully replaced the boards. I had no personal acquaint- 
ance with any of these further than knowing one by name ; and a 
further acquaintance by sight was almost impossible, as it was too 
dark to recognize one another; in fact, it appeared as if all were 
strangers. Another hole was sawed through the front of the building 
from the inside on the second story at the head of the steps, and ten 
more secreted themselves between the roof and ceiling of the old time 
porch. This made twenty-three who were hid away in this one build- 



218 PRISON PENS OF DIXIE. 

ing, not one of whom was recaptured or killed while escaping over the 
walls at night. I knew nothing of the hiding place of the ten just 
mentioned until I had crept into my own ; but after my release I 
noticed the large square hole at the head of the steps into which was 
nicely fitted the same boards, or wainscoting, that had been removed. 

Not a ray of blessed sunlight nor a breath of fresh air ever reached 
US in this living tomb, which was shrouded in an almost impenetrable 
gloom, and where feelings of hope and despair alternated for nearly 
three days and two nights. 

We took into our dungeon two wooden buckets, one empty and the 
other containing water. The house had a pitched roof, and we found 
it so low that we were obliged to crawl around on our hands and 
knees at the highest point. The duration of our confinement was 
very uncertain, but, notwithstanding our uncertain future, with forti- 
tude and determination we not only survived this semi-starvation 
period, but regained the precious boon of liberty besides. 

Morning came, and with it the long roll, when our fellow prisoners 
were marched into the street outside the stockade, where the roll was 
called and men in line counted ; but the count did not tally with the 
names answered to as per roll call, ai chough each of us who were hid 
away inside the stockade had a friend in ranks who answered to our 
names as they were called. This, however, was a Yankee trick that 
did not succeed. The officials soon discovered that a number were 
non est, and at once instituted search. Various methods of escape were 
resorted to, and the guards who were sent back into the inclosure suc- 
ceeded in finding three who had dug a hole in the ground and lowered 
themselves into it while their friends covered them over, leaving a 
small opening for air. When they were found I overheard a conver- 
sation between what appeared to be a citizen and one of the guards, 
which ran like this: 

" Hello John, what are ye huntin' thar?" 

" Rabbits— got three !" 

I afterwards learned that three officers were found and unearthed 
from their subterranean hiding place. Fifteen more were found in an 
unfinished tunnel, through which we had intended, in the near future, 
to make another great escape like that of Libby on the 9th of February, 
1864. From my place of concealment I heard the rebel guards give a 
last notice of warning that if there were any more in the tunnel they 
should come out, as they intended to fire into the hole. A dull heavy 
report, and for a time all was quiet. Presently we heard the crackling 
of fire and flame, and knew the building in which the tunnel had its 
opening was on fire. With another frame building between ours and 



ESCAPE FROM COLUMBIA PRISON. 219 

the one on fire, and the second floor of the one in whicli we were con- 
cealed filled lialf way to the ceiling with inflammable matter, such as 
bedsteads made of rough pine boards, bedding, etc., the whole nearly- 
covered with straw, our situation can be better imagined than described. 
The roof over us, from eaves to apex, was made of close fitting boards 
nailed down on the rafters, and shingles on top of these, so that there 
was no earthly hope of escape if the building caught fire ; but provi- 
dentially we were saved from cremation. 

The enemy, in their hunt for hiding " Yanks," came up stairs in 
our building, searching every nook and corner, turning the old bed- 
steads upside down, thrusting their bayonets into straw, hay, and 
everything else under which there was a possibility of a • Yank " get- 
ting his body. While this was going on we were in constant dread 
that the building might be fired under us, or that they might shoot 
through the ceiling out of a spirit of deviltry or destructiveness rather 
than with the intention of killing. I found a small crevice in the 
boards, over which I placed one eye to watch their movements, and it 
so happened that one of the guards stopped immediately under me, 
looked around overhead, listened, and wondered (addressing himself to 
his companions who were in the next room) if there could be any 
" Yanks " hiding overhead ; and I looked him square in the eye whilst 
our faces were scarcely four feet apart, in fact I could almost feel his 
heated breath, but strange to say I was not discovered. 

Since then I have ofttimes thought that, after all, he may have seen 
my eye through the crack, and being alone and perhaps superstitiously 
inclined, he thought of hobgoblins, etc., and, seeing no way in which 
a human being could get up there, precipitately fled the building. 
We were not again troubled by searching " rebs." 

In these few moments of terrible suspense, knowing, as I did, 
that a full breath would betray us, I nearly smothered. After all 
became quiet, and while the column of prisoners was moving in the 
direction of the depot, I found a weak spot in the roof, and with an old 
case-knife that I had in my haversack succeeded in cutting a very 
small hole in the roof, through which I could see our troops, or 
prisoners, after they had been loaded on cars at the depot. As the 
train was moving off in the direction of Charlotte, N. C, with its 
precious load of human freight, I heard the first faint sound of cannon 
far down the river. This gave us fresh courage, and all day long, at 
intervals, the reports continued. During the first night one or two of 
our number ventured out to reconnoitre the situation, but returned 
with the information that about half the usual number of guards were 
etill on duty around the enclosure. The guard knew that we were hid 



220 I'latJON ri-iNS of dixie. 

away somewhere in the stockade and had determined that we should 
not get away from them. The next morning, the IGth, we heard 
cannonading wliich appeared to be quite near us, and by evening we 
felt confident that Sherman was near the city and ready to invest it. 
Another night of shivering and shaking in the cold dark loft followed. 
During this night the ten in the porch roof and all save four of our 
party climbed in the darkness over the wall surrounding the grounds 
and made their escape, although fired at by the weakened guard still 
on duty. We could hear horses neighing, mules braying, dogs barking, 
chickens cackling, and could hear the voices of men, women and 
crying children, in fact the whole animal creation seemed disturbed, all 
of which we took as a sure indication that the city was being evacuated. 
On the following morning, the 17th, Sherman's troops were opposite 
the city, and shot and shell fell in close proximity to our building. 
This was another cause of alarm to us. We also heard musketry, 
which seemed to come nearer until toward noon, wiien suddenly all 
firing ceased and we heard great cheering which we took as an indi- 
cation of victory for the enemy. We were again ready to give up in 
despair, although this was really " the darkest hour before the dawn 
of day." Chills and fever still clung to me, and I was unable to stand 
exertion or fatigue, or I should have taken my chances with the rest 
in passing the guards by night. Stow^ed away, as we were, in the dead 
of winter, without fire, and very little food, was wretchedness and 
misery that human nature could scarcely endure. I still had a small 
piece of insipid corn " pone," about two inches square, left over from 
the second day of our confinement, and took it out of my haversack 
with the intention of eating it; but owing to my illness I was not as 
ravenously hungry as if I had been in better health, and with a strong 
resolution denied myself this morsel, and replaced it for a time wiien 
I should be nearer the verge of starvation. The four of us who were 
still left, among our number Captain William M. Fish, of the Seventy- 
third New York, gathered around the hole and were deliberating upon 
what course to pursue during the coming night ; we had just decided 
to remain until night, then follow Sherman's army, which we thought 
had been repulsed, wiien suddenly we heard loud voices. Heavy foot- 
steps hurriedly ascended the stairs beneath us, and came directly into 
the room underneath the hole around which we were sitting overhead; 
in an instant the pieces of boards covering the hole flew past our faces 
against the roof, I was the nearest the opening and was not quick 
enough to get back out of sight. I was the first discovered, and acted 
as spokesman for our terribl}' frightened group of four. At first we 
all thought we were again in the hands of the enemy. There were 



ESCAPE FROM COLUMBIA PRISON. 221 

quite a number in the room below, and the look of the soldier who so 
unceremoniously broke into our " private apartment " was void of 
sympathy for another's distress. With a saucy air he ordered, "Come 
down !" I recognized a seedy looking individual whose attire corres- 
ponded with my own, with a smile on his countenance, leaning against 
the side of the room below, as one who had been up in the loft with 
us, but who had made his escape over the walls of the stockade during 
the previous night, and my first impression was that he had been 
recaptured by the party who ordered us to come down and betrayed 
us ; but happily such was not the case. Although the soldier who 
ordered us out of our hiding place was in blue uniform, I was in doubt 
as to whether he was rebel or Union, for I could not yet realize that 
we were within our own lines. My first words to him were, " Well, 
tell me, are you a confederate or Union soldier?" but I was on my 
guard should he attempt to shoot up at us. Up to this time he had 
been playing the part of a rebel soldier, but his countenance imme- 
diately changed, and a pleasant smile took the place of the feigned 
frown, and he answered : *' Come down, you're all right ! Why 
we're Billy's boys, (meaning William T. Sherman's), come down, 
(beckoning) you're all right !" 

With one glad bound of joy we fairly sprang from our gloomy abode 
of misery and suffering — from captivity to freedom and liberty, and 
alighted among our friends to breathe the pure air of heaven under 
the protection of the glorious Stars and Stripes. 

The seedy individual spoken of — I feel very sorry that I have been 
so ungrateful as to forget his name — after his escape over the stockade 
wall at night, was cared for by loyal citizens until the city fell, and 
then notified the first troops to enter the fallen city of our place of con- 
cealment, and acting as guide, brought them to us as our deliverers, 
and this, too, while the rebel ammunition, not a great distance from 
the stockade, was being blown up and destroyed by the rear guard of 
the rebel army, which had scarcely left the suburbs of the city. 

Cramped as we were in our long seclusion, our liberty, so suddenly 
attained, made us wonderfully agile and light of foot, and we soon 
reached the open gate, with no rebel sentries to fire on us now. A 
motley crowd of women and children, blacks predominating, had 
assembled outside the gate. It may be that they were attracted by the 
hasty movements in this direction of the first troops to enter town. 
As I was passing through the gate I threw an old ragged, vermin- 
infested blanket at an old wench with a red bandana on her head, who, 
with a "de Lord bless you, massa," picked it up apparently well 
pleased with the present; but whether the blessing or invocation was 
ever recalled after inspecting the blanket I am unable to say. 



222 SURROUNDING FIVE OF THEM — A BLUFF THAT WON. 

SURROUNDING FIVE OF THEM. 




jFTER the advance of the Union army upon Bragg atTulla- 
homa, and his retreat, the Pioneer Brigade pushed on to 
Elk river to repair a bridge. While one of its men, a private, 
was bathing in the river, five of Bragg's soldiers, guns in 
hand, came to the bank and took aim at the swimmer, one of them 
shouting : 

" Come in here, you Yank, out of the wet !" 

The Federal was quite sure that he was " done for," and at once 
obeyed the order. After dressing himself, he was thus accosted : 
" You surrender, our prisoner, do you?" 
" Yes ; of course I do." 

" That's kind. Now we'll surrender to you !" And the five stacked 
arms before him, their spokesman adding : 

" We've done with 'em, and have said to old Bragg, * good-by !' Secesh 
is played out. Now you surround us and take us into your camp." 

This was done accordingly, and is but one of hundreds of instances 
of wholesale desertion in July and August, 1863, in Lower Tennessee. 



A BLUFF THAT WON. 



S|f|N the midst of an engagement with the rebels, eighteen miles from 
^^ Newtonia, Mo., Gen. Schofield sent Lieutenant Bloodfeldt, 
attended by an orderly, with orders to Colonel Hall, Fourth 
Missouri Cavalry, to move to the left and attack in that direc- 
tion. The route of the lieutenant was across a point of woods, in which, 
while passing, he suddenly found himself facing about forty rebels 
drawn up in irregular line. Without a moment's hesitation, he and 
the orderly drew their pistols and charged. At the same time, tem- 
pering bravery with mercy, and not feeling any desire to shed blood 
needlessly, he drew out his handkerchief and waved it in token of his 
willingness to surround and capture the whole rebel force rather than 
shoot them down. 

The cool impudence of the act nonplussed the foe, and perhaps 
thinking there was a large force in the rear, eight of them threw down 
their arms and surrendered, and the balance " skedaddled." 



HOW THE REBS DIDN'T TAKE CLARK WRIGHT. 223 

HOW THE REBS DIDN'T TAKE 
CLARK WRIGHT. 




|AJOR Clark Wright, who attained rank and fame as a 
scout and soldier, was one of the pioneer Unionists in 
Missouri, having removed from Ohio to that State shortly 
before the war commenced. His wife was a woman of 
more than ordinary intelligence and determination, who proved her- 
self eminently fitted for the duties which their new life imposed upon 
them. He prospered greatly, and in a short time had erected a fine 
house, furnished in the best style possible, had two young children, an 
amiable wife, a good home, and was adding rapidly to an originally 
large fortune. 

When the roar of secession came up from South Carolina, he heard 
it in common with others of his neighbors, but while avowing himself 
in favor of sustaining the Union, he determined to attend strictly to 
his own business. He had no hesitation in expressing his sentiments 
of loyalty to the government, but he did it quietly, and with a view 
not to give offence. Soon after, at a Baptist meeting near his residence, 
a few of the brethren, after refreshing their spiritual appetites with the 
crumbs of the sanctuary, took his case into consideration, and unani- 
mously determined that he should be made to leave the country, and 
appointed a committee of three to inform him of their decision. 

One of the party, although an ardent secessionist, happened to be 
a personal friend of Wright, and hastening away, informed him of the 
meeting, and that the committee would wait on him the next day, 
Monday. Wright thanked his kind friend, and, then like a dutiful 
husband, laid the case before his wife, and asked her advice. She 
pondered a few moments, and then asked him if he had done any- 
thing to warrant such a proceeding. " Nothing." " Then let us fight !" 
was the reply ; and to fight was the conclusion. Wright was plentifully 
supplied with revolvers ; he took two, and his wife another, loaded 
them carefully, and waited further developments. 

Monday afternoon three men rode up and inquired for Mr. Wright. 
He walked out, with the butt of a revolver sticking warily from his 
coat pocket, and inquired their wishes. The revolver seemed to upset 
their ideas. They answered nothing in particular, and proceeded to 
converse upon everything in general, but never alluded to their errand. 
Finally, after a half hour had passed, and the men still talked on with- 
out coming to their mission, Wright grew impatient, and asked if they 
had any special business ; if not, he had a pressing engagement, and 



224 HOW THE REBS DIDN't TAKE CLARK WRIGHT, 

would like to be excused. "Well, they had a little business, said one, 
with considerable hesitation, as he glanced at the revolver butt. 

" Stop,'"' says Wright, " before you tell it, I wish to say a word. I 
know your business, and I just promised my wife, on my honor as a 
man, that I would blow daylight out of the man who told me of it, 
and by the eternal God, I'll do it ! Now tell me your errand !" and 
as he concluded he pulled out his revolver, and cocked it. The fel- 
low glanced a moment at the deadly looking pistol, and took in the 
stalwart form of Wright, who was glaring at him with murder in his 
eye, and concluded to postpone the announcement. The three rode 
away, and reported the reception to their principals. 

The next Sunday, after another refreshing season, the brethren 
again met and took action upon the contumacy of Mr. Wright. The 
captain of a company of secessionists was present, and, after due de- 
liberation, it was determined that upon the next Thursday he should 
take his command, proceed to Wright's, and summarily eject him from 
the sacred soil of Missouri. Wright's friend was again present, and he 
soon communicated the state of affairs to Mr. Wright, with a suggestion 
that it would save trouble and bloodshed if he got away before the day 
appointed. 

Wright lived in a portion of the country remote from the church 
and the residence of those who were endeavoring to drive him out, 
and he determined, if possible, to prepare a surprise for the worthy 
captain and his gallant forces. To this end he bought a barrel of 
whiskey, another of crackers, a few cheeses, and some other provisions, 
and then mounting a black boy upon a swift horse, sent him around 
the country inviting his friends to come and see him and bring their 
arms. By Wednesday night he had gathered a force of about three 
hundred men, to whom he communicated the condition of things, and 
asked their assistance. They promised to back him to the death. The 
next day they concealed themselves in a cornfield back of the house, 
and awaited the development of events. 

A little after noon the captain and some eighty men rode up to the 
place and inquired for Mr. Wright. That gentleman immediately 
made his appearance, when the captain informed him that, being sat- 
isfied of his abolitionism, they had come to eject him from the State. 

" Won't you give me two days to settle up my affairs ?" asked Wright. 

" Not a day nor an hour ! I'll give you five minutes to pack up 
traps and leave here." 

" But I can't get ready in five minutes. I have a fine property here, 
and a happy home, and if you drive me off you'll make me a beggar. 
I have done nothing ; if I go, my wife and children must starve !" 



HE BLEW UP HIS MESSMATES. 225 

" We care nothing for your beggars ! You must travel !" 

" Give me two hours !" 

"I'll just give you five minutes, and not a second longer! If you 
ain't out by that time (here the gallant soldier swore a most fearful 
oath), I'll blow out your cursed abolition heart !" 

" Well, if I must, I must !" and Wright turned toward the house as 
if in deep despair, gave a shrill whistle, and instantly the concealed 
forces rushed out, and surrounded the astonished captain and his braves. 

" Ah, captain," said Wright, as he turned imploringly toward him, 
"won't you grant me two days — two hours, at least, my brave friend, 
only two hours in which to prepare myself and family for beggary and 
starvation — now do, won't you ?" 

The captain could give no reply, but sat upon his horse, shaking as 
if ague-smitten. 

" Don't kill me !" he at length found voice to say. 

" Kill you ! No, you black-livered coward, I won't dirty my hands 
with any such filthy work. If I kill you, I'll have one of my niggers 
to do it ! Get down from that horse !" 

The gallant captain obeyed, imploring only for life. The result of 
the matter was that the whole company dismounted, laid down their 
arms, and then, as they were filed out were sworn to preserve their 
allegiance inviolate to the United States. An hour after, Mr. Wright 
had organized a force of 240 men for the war, and by acclamation was 
elected captain. The next Sunday he started with his command to 
join the National troops under Lyon, stopping long enough on his 
way to surround the Hardshell church, at which had originated all of 
his miseries. After the service was over, he administered the oath of 
allegiance to every one present, including the Rev. Pecksniff, who 
officiated, and then left them to plot treason and worship God in their 
own. peculiarly pious and harmonious manner. 



HE BLEW UP HIS MESSMATES. 




(HE soldier in his best estate is full of fun. In a tent, in the 
camp of the Eleventh Indiana Battery, near Murfreesbor- 
ough, in the absence of chairs, a rude bench had been con- 
structed by placing a board upon cross-legs. The board 
was soon found too limber to bear up the crowd which daily enjoyed 
its comforts, and was, in consequence, strengthened by laying another 
thick plank over it. A roguish sergeant one day removed this top 
plank, bored a number of auger-holes nearly through the bottom 
board, filled them with powder, laid a train from one to another, pre- 



226 



HE BLEW UP HIS MESSMATES. 



pared his fuse, and then replaced the plank. Shortly after, the bench, 
as usual, was filled with his unsuspecting comrades, when he reached 




down and touched the fuse with his lighted cigar. Of course, there 
was an explosion just about that time, which hoisted the party as 




BANG ! ! ! 



would a petard, upsetting the stove and tea-furniture, knocking down 
the tent, and enveloping all in smoke and dire confusion. 



THE FOURTEENTH AT GETTYSBURG. ^27 



THE FOURTEENTH AT GETTYSBURG. 



pSpOME, Fred, tell me all about that glorious fight which, you 

k^^^ know, it was just my ill-luck to miss. If it had been such 
another whipping as we had at Fredericksburg, the Fates 
would probably have let me be there. I have heard several 
accounts, and know the regiment did nobly ; but the boys all get so 
excited telling about it that I have not yet a clear idea of the fight." 

" Here goes, then," said the adjutant, lighting a fresh cigar. " It 
will serve to pass away time, which hangs so heavy on our hands in 
this dreary hospital. 

" We were not engaged on the first day of the fight, July 1, 1863, 
but were on the march for Gettysburg that day. All the afternoon we 
heard the cannonading growing more and more distinct as we ap- 
proached the town, and as we came on the field at night learned that 
the First and Eleventh corps had fought hard, suffered much, and been 
driven back outside the town with the loss of Major-General Reynolds. 
We bivouacked on the field that night. 

" About nine o'clock the next morning we moved up to the front, 
and by ten o'clock the enemy's shells were falling around us. Captain 
Coit had a narrow escape here. We had just stacked arms and were 
resting, when a runaway horse, frightened by the shelling, came full 
tilt at him; 'twas ' heavy cavalry ' against ' light infantry;' but Coit 
had presence of mind enough to draw his sword, and bringing it to a 
point it entered the animal's belly. The shock knocked Coit over, and 
he was picked up senseless, with a terribly battered face, and carried 
to the rear. 

" At four o'clock in the afternoon we moved up to support a battery, 
and here we lay all night. About dark Captain Broatch went out 
with the pickets. Though under artillery fire all day, we were not 
really engaged, as we did not fire a gun. Some of our pickets, unfortun- 
ately going too far to the front, were taken prisoners during the night. 

" At about five o'clock on the morning of the 3d, Captain Townsend 
went out with Companies B and D and relieved Broatch. As soon as 
he got out, Townsend advanced his men as skirmishers some three 
hundred yards beyond the regiment, which moved up to the impromptu 
rifle-pits, which were formed partially by a stone wall and partially by 
a rail fence. Just as soon as our skirmishers were posted they began 
firing at the rebel skirmishers, and kept it up all day, until the grand 
attack in the afternoon. Before they had been out twenty minutes. 
Corporal Huxham, of Company B, was instantly killed by a rebel 



228 THE FOURTEENTH AT GETTYSBURG. 

bullet. It was not discovered until another of our skirmishers, getting 
out of ammunition, went up to him, saying, 'Sam, let me have some 
cartridges.' Receiving no answer, he stooped down and discovered 
that a bullet had entered the poor fellow's mouth and gone out at the 
back of his head, killing the brave, Chancellorsville-scarred corporal 
so quickly that he never knew what hurt him. 

" Presently Captain Moore was ordered down with four companies 
into a lot near by, to drive the rebel sharpshooters out of a house and 
barn from where they were constantly picking off our men. Moore 
went down on a double-quick, and, as usual, ahead of his men ; he 
was the first man in the barn, and as he entered the butternuts were al- 
ready jumping out. Moore and his men soon cleared the barn, and 
then started for the house. Here that big sergeant in Company J 
(Norton) sprang in at the front door just in time to catch a bullet in 
his thigh, from a reb watching at the back; but that reb did not live 
long to brag of it, one of our boys taking him * on the wing.' Moore 
soon cleared the house and went back with his men. Later in the 
day the rebels again occupied the house, and Major Ellis took the 
regiment and drove them out, burning the house, so as not to be 
bothered by any more concealed sharpshooters in it." 

"Yes, I know the major don't like to do a thing but once, so he 
always does it thoroughly the first time." 

" It was in these charges for the possession of that house we lost more 
officers and men than in all the rest of the fight. 

"About two o'clock in the afternoon the enemy, who had been silent 
so long that the boys were cooking coffee, smoking, sleeping, etc., 
suddenly opened all their batteries of reserve artillery upon the posi- 
tion held by our corps (the Second). First, one great gun spoke ; then, 
as if it had been the signal for the commencement of an artillery con- 
versation, the whole hundred and twenty or more opened their mouths 
at once and poured out their thunder. A perfect storm of shot and 
shell rained around and among us. The boys quickly jumped to their 
rifles, and lay down behind the wall and rail barricade. For two hours 
this storm of shot and shell continued, and seemed to increase in fury. 
Good God ! I never heard anything like it, and our regiment has been 
under fire ' somewhat,' as you know. The ground trembled like an 
aspen leaf; the air was full of small fragments of lead and iron from 
the shells. Then the sounds — there was the peculiar ' wlioo f — whoo f 
— who-oof of the round-shot; the 'which-onef — which-07ief of that 
fiendish Whitworth projectile, and the demoniac shriek of shells. It 
seemed as if all the devils in hell were holding high carnival. But, 
strange as it may seem, it was like many other 'sensational doings,' 




AN IRRESISTIBLE DASH. 



THE FOURTEENTH AT GETTYSBURG. 231 

* great cry and little wool/ as our regiment, and, in fact, the whole 
corps, lost very few men by it, the missiles passing over beyond our 
position, save the Whitworth projectiles, which did not quite reach us, 
as their single gun of that description was two miles off. Had the 
enemy had better artillerists at their guns, or a better view of our 
position, I cannot say what would have been the final result; but cer- 
tain it is, nothing mortal could have stood that fire long, had it been 
better directed; and if our corps had broken that day, Gettysburg would 
have been a lost battle. 

" About four P. M. the enemy's fire slackened, died away; and the 
smoke lifted to disclose a corps of the rebel army advancing across 
the long plain in our front, in three magnificent lines of battle, with 
the troops massed in close column by brigades on both flanks. How 
splendid they looked ! Our skirmishers, who had stayed at their 
posts through all, gave them volley after volley as they came on, until 
Captain Townsend was ordered to bring his men in, which he did in 
admirable order; his men, loading and firing all the way, came in 
steadily and coolly — all that were left of them, for a good half of them 
were killed or wounded before they reached the regiment. 

" On, on, come the rebels, with colors flying and bayonets gleaming 
in the sunlight, keeping their lines as straight as if on parade; over 
fences and ditches they come, but still their lines never broak, and 
still they come. For a moment all is hush along our lines, as we gaze 
in silent admiration at these brave rebs ; then our division commander, 
Aleck Hays, rides up, and pointing to the last fence the enemy must 
cross before reaching us, says, 'Don't fire till they get to that fence; 
then let 'em have it.' 

" On, on, come the rebs, till we can see the whites of their eyes, and 
hear their officers command, ' Steady, boys, steady !' They reach the 
fence, some hundred yards in front of us, when suddenly the command 

* Fire !' rings down our line ; and, rising as one man, the rifles of the old 
Second Army Corps ring a death-knell for many a brave heart, in 
butternut dress, worthy of a better cause — a knell that will ring in the 
hearts of many mothers, sisters and wives, on many a plantation in 
the once fair and sunny South, where there will be weeping and wailing 
for the soldier who never returns, who sleeps at Gettysburg 1 

" * Load and fire at will !' 

" Oh, heavens! how we poured our fire into them then — a merciless 
hail of lead ! Their first line wavers, breaks and runs ; some of their 
color sergeantshalt and plant theirstandards firmly in the ground — they 
are too well disciplined to leave their colors yet. But they stop only 
for a moment; then fall back, colors and ail. They fall back, but 



232 THE FOURTEENTH AT GETTYSBURG. 

rally, and dress on the other lines, under a tremendous fire from our 
advancing rifles ; rally, and come on again to meet their death. Line 
after line of rebels come up, deliver their fire, one volley and they are 
mown down like the grass of the field. They fall back, form and 
come up again, with their battle-flags still waving; but again they 
are driven back. 

" On our right is a break in the line, where a battery has been in 
position, but, falling short of ammunition, and unable to move it off 
under such a heavy fire, the gunners have abandoned it to its fate. 
Some of the rebels gain a footing here. One daring fellow leaps upon 
the gun, and waves his rebel flag. In an instant a right oblique fire 
from ' ours,' and a left oblique from the regiment on the left of the 
position, rolls the determined force back from the gun, and it is ours, 

" By-and-by the enemy's lines come up smaller and thinner, break 
quicker, and are longer in forming. Our boys are wild with excite- 
ment, and grow reckless. Lieutenant John Tibbets stands up yelling 
like mad, ' Give it to 'em ! give it to 'em ! ' A bullet enters his arm- 
that same arm in which he caught two bullets at Antietam ; Johnny's 
game arm drops by his side; he turns quickly to his first lieutenant, 
saying, ' I have got another bullet in the same old arm, but I don't 
care a d — n !' 

"Heaven forgive Johnny! rebel lead will sometimes bring rebel 
words with it. All of 'ours' are carried away with excitement; the 
sergeant-major leaps a wall, dashes down among the rebs, and brings 
back a battle-flag; others follow our sergeant-major; and before the 
enemy's repulse becomes a rout, we of the Fourteenth have six of their 
battle-flags. 

" Prisoners are brought in by hundreds, officers and men. We pay 
no attention to them, being too busy sending our leaden messengers 
after the now flying hosts. One of our prisoners, a rebel oflicer, turns 
to me, saying : 

"'Where are the men we've been fighting?' 

"'Here,' I answered, pointing down our short, thin line. 

"' Good God !' says he, ' is that all ? I wish I could get back.' " 

" Yes," I interrupted, " Townsend told me that when he fell back 
with his skirmishers and saw the whole length of our one small, thin 
little line pitted against those then full lines of the rebels, his heart 
almost sank within him ; but Meade had planned that battle well, and 
every one of our soldiers told." 

"Yes," said Fred, "Meade planned the fight well, and Hancock, 
Hays, and, in fact, all of them fought it well. All through the fight 
General Hancock might be seen galloping up and down the lines of 



A "kid-glove" brigadier. 233 

our corps, regardless of the leaden hail all about him ; and when finally 
severely wounded in the hip, he was carried a little to the rear, where 
he lay on his stretcher, and still gave his orders. 

" The fight was now about over ; there was only an occasional shot 
exchanged between the retreating rebel sharpshooters and our own 
men, and I looked about me, and took an account of stock. We had 
lost about seventy killed and wounded and taken prisoners, leaving 
only 100 men fit for duty. We had killed treble that number, and 
taken nearly a brigade of prisoners, six stands of colors, and guns, 
swords and pistols without number. For the first time we had been 
through an action without having an officer killed or fatally wounded, 
though Tibbetts, Seymour, Stoughton, Snagg, Seward and Dudley were 
more or less seriously wounded, and Coit disabled. 

" Hardly a man in the regiment had over two or three cartridges 
left. Dead and wounded rebels were piled up in heaps in front of us, 
especially in front of Companies A and B, where Sharpe's rifles had 
done effective work. 

" It was a great victory. ' Fredericksburg on the other leg,' as the 
boys said. The rebel prisoners told us their leaders assured them that 
they would only meet the Pennsylvania militia; but when they saw 
that d — d ace of clubs (the trefoil badge of the Second Corps) a cry went 
through their lines : 

" * The Army of the Potomac, by Heaven !' 

" So ended the battle of Gettysburg, and the sun sank to rest that 
night on a battle-field that had proved that the Army of the Potomac 
could and would save the people of the North from invasion whenever 
and wiierever they might be assailed. 

* Long shall the tale be told, 
Yea, when our babes are old.' " 

" Pshaw, Fred ! you are getting sentimental. Let's go out in the 
air and have another cigar." 



A "KID-GLOVE" BRIGADIER. 



MERCANTILE gentleman of New York aspired to military 
honors, and through various influences at last succeeded in 
obtaining a brigadier-general's commission. He was sent 
west with orders to report to General Fremont. He reached 
St. Louis in safety and comparative comfort, and as for looks, he was 
just too elegant in his gold lace and showy trappings. From St. Louis 




234 OLD BEN, THE MOUNTAIN SCOUT. 

he started westward, but finding that the railroad would only take him 
to a point forty miles away from Fremont's headquarters, he abruptly 
returned to St. Louis. When asked his reason for this sudden counter- 
march, he replied : . ■ 

" Why, hang it, man, I found I should have to go the rest of the 
way on horseback, and I couldn't do that, you know." 

A peculiarly ingenuous reply for a brigadier-general and staff- 
officer in active service. 



A PAYMENT LONG DEFERRED. 




IN infantry captain observed one of his men stealing into camp 
with a fine turkey, which he knew hadn't been issued by 
the quartermaster. 

" Where did you get that turkey ?" 

" Bought it, captain," replied the man. 

" For how much ?" demanded the officer. 

" For seventy-five cents, sir." 

" Paid for it, did you ?" 

" Well, no, sir ; but I told the man I would pay for it on the way back." 

" All right, pass on." 



OLD BEN, THE MOUNTAIN SCOUT. 






^^OW old Old Ben was no one knew exactly — not even Old Ben 
18^^ himself He had been called Old Ben so far back that the 
^ memory of the oldest inhabitant served not to remember 
him by any other designation. Ben said that he must have 
been born old, for he had dim recollections of his mother calling him 
an " old-fashioned feller " before he was big enough to weed the garden. 
When he arrived at man's estate the girls invariably called him either 
Old Bachelor Ben or Old Ben. So he had made up his mind to one 
thing, and that was that he never was " young Ben." He was never 
known to be sick, except it was that he had " the cussed shakes and 
fever a spell." With that exception, he had never invested much in 
patent medicines or other doctor's stuff, and was consequently a vigor- 
ous man, standing firm in his boots. He was tall, and had not much 
flesh to spare, but he often remarked that it " tuk a lean boss for a long 
race, and he was one on 'em." He knew the Mississippi, Cumberland 
9,nd Tennessee Rivers, he said, better than he did his Testament, and 
had acquired considerable fame for his skill at the oar and the wheeL 



OLD BEN, THE MOUNTAIN SCOUT. 235 

He was the man to take a craft safe through a shute or over dangerous 
places, and for that duty was still preferred to others many years his 
junior. As for old Tennessee, he knew every inch of her " sile," and 
on that " p'int" he wouldn't yield a notch to any man, living or dead. 
His courage was known to be of the right stripe, and he was set down 
as a tough old knot that would turn the edge of many a bright axe if 
an a'^empt were made to split him. 

At the time the hurricane of rebellion swept over the State, Old Ben 
was on a visit to Knoxville, where he was well known. The many 
outrages perpetrated upon those who refuses! to succumb to the rebel 
sway so aroused his ire that he at length said that he believed that he 
was beginning to turn " Injun," and that he couldn't die until he had 
had revenge upon the scaly varmints, who, he asserted, were mean 
enough to cut their grandmothers' throats for the sake of getting what 
the old women had in their stockings. One night he had been 
listening to a chap, whom he knew as a briefless lawyer from Clarks- 
ville, haranguing a crowd in a bar-room, and growing indignant at 
what he considered the fellow's insolence, he interrupted him with : 

" See here, stranger, yer kin talk jest like clock-work about them 
cussed abolishunists — and every one knows that I hates 'em as I do 
pizen — but I'll jest bet yer drinks for the crowd that yer never owned 
a nigger for 'em to steal." 

This challenge from Old Ben, which somewhat staggered the speaker, 
was received with much secret satisfaction by several Union men ol 
the group, who, from necessity, were obliged to conceal their senti- 
ments, and created a general laugh. It was a few minutes before the 
lawyer could recover his self-possession. He then drew himself up to 
assume as great a degree of dignity as possible, and fixing what he 
intended as a withering look on Old Ben, while a contemptuous smile 
played around the corners of his mouth, he said : 

" Old man, I suppose you are some of the Union rubbish that has 
not yet been swept out of the State." 

" Thar yer right. I'm Union clear through to the marrow, and if 
I had my way I'd hang up a few such chaps as you are, v/ho never 
work, but are everlastin' smellin' around for some office, and who have 
brought all this trouble on the country. Yer are now goin' about 
deceivin' honest people — tellin' 'em that the whole North are agoin' to 
turn nigger stealers, and that the only way for southern men to per- 
tect thar property is for 'em to dissolve the Union and 'stablish a one- 
hoss consarn, with such one-hoss chaps as you at the head of it. I'd 
hang yer up without judge or jury. That would be the quickest way 
to settle the mischief yer have made." 



236 OLD BEN, THE MOUNTAIN SCOUT. 

A ]oud braying from some of the converts to the new doctrines 
greeted the remarks of Old Ben. But nothing daunted thereat, he 
exclaimed : 

" Yer may bray jest as much as yer a mind to. But yer kin remem- 
ber that jackasses do the same thing. And any one who jines the 
secession crew ain't fit to be named the same day wdth a jackass. 
Them's my sentiments, and I don't care who knows 'em." 

*' Look out, Old Ben ! You'll be talkin' treason next, and then you'll 
be arrested," said one of the crowd who sympathized with the rebels, 
yet w^as very friendly with Old Ben. 

" Treason !" ejaculated the lawyer. " He has been doing nothing else 
but talking treason, and should be arrested forthwith." 

" Oh no ; Old Ben wouldn't do any harm 1" exclaimed another 
secessionist, who did not wish to see the old man molested. 

" You've arrested a good many honest people who never harmed any 
one, and I expect my turn will come one of these days," replied Old Ben, 

" You may depend upon that !" exclaimed the lawyer. " It w^on't 
be long before you are elevated!" and here he gave a peculiar jerk 
with the hand which he held near his neck. " If you don't mend your 
manners you will go up soon, old man." 

Old Ben was about to reply, but was interrupted by the entrance of 
a man, followed by a number of others, who called the lawyer one 
side, and then entered into a low but earnest conversation with him. 
The new-comer was a thick-set, brutal-looking man, with a face w^ell 
covered with heavy black hair. He was generally known as Black 
Dave, and his business had been that of a negro-trader ; but he was 
at the head of a band of ruffians who, under his direction, had been 
guilty of many acts of barbarism. The lawyer was a sort of lieu- 
tenant and adviser to the band. Old Ben pointed to the spot where 
they stood, and said : 

"Some dirty business is afloat, I reckon, when two such chaps get 
together. One on 'em, who never owned a nigger or enough money 
to pay his licker bill, talks about the ' North stealin' our niggers !' 
The other one has run off more niggers, and sold 'em down south, 
than the abolishunists have stolen these ten years. If them are the 
chaps what are goin' to be your leaders, ye'll soon smell so bad that 
the devil won't allow yer to come within rifle-shot of the front door of 
hell. He will have yer all pitched down the back way !" 

After giving utterance to these sentiments Old Ben turned on his 
heel and strolled leisurely out of the room. He had not gone far ere 
he was overtaken by one of the party from the bar-room, whom he 
knew as a sound Union man, and who said, in a low tone : 



OLD BEN, THE MOUNTAIN SCOUT. 



237 



" You will have to be very careful of yourself after what you have 
said. I overheard Black Dave tell the other that your case would be 
attended to shortly." 

" They'll attend to me shortly, will they, eh ?" ejaculated Old Ben. 
" Then, I say, let 'em come on ! I'll cling to the Union as long as 
thar's a splinter left! I can't live much longer, any way, but while I 
do live I'll live like a man !" 

"You are well acquainted with the mountains, are you not?" 

" Reckon I am." 

" You know that a great 
many Union men, who have 
been driven from their homes, 
have been obliged to seek a 
hiding-place there until such 
time as the Union army gets 
this way." 

" Yes, I know it ; and what 
is more, I'm agoin' to make 
one on 'em. I itch to have a 
little vengeance on them scaly 
varmints. If the Union men 
about here had more of the 
Parson's stuff in 'em, we'd 
make screechin' work among 
them turkey-buzzards." 

" But you can't expect all 
men to be Brownlows. His 
very boldness awed them for 
awhile, but you see they are 

getting over that now. Men have to be prudent for the sake of their 
families. If you come up to my house to-morrow night, you will 
hear something that will do you good, and how you can be of vast 
service to the Union men in this vicinity. Will you come?" 

"Yes; nibethar!" 

Old Ben's companion noticing Black Dave and the lawyer approach- 
ing, walked quickly forward. It was rather a secluded spot where 
they had been standing, and Old Ben being in the shade was not 
observed by either Black Dave or the lawyer. They halted, and 
Black Dave, with great gesticulation, said : 

"I've sworn to have vengeance on the old cuss, and now is my time! 
He didn't think that I was good enough for his daughter. If it hadn't 
been for him, I believe I could have got the girl ; but as I've lost her, 
I'm bent upon having my pay." 




PARSON BBOWNLOW. 



238 OLD BEN, THE MOUNTAIN SCOUT. 

" What do you propose to do ? Has he got much that we could lay 
our hands upon?" said the lawyer. 

"We'll go out to his place toward midnight, and drag the old hound 
out of his nest. If I once fairly get him in my power, I'll make him 
sing psalms. I will let him know if I ain't as good as any of his 
breed ! He has got a couple of fine horses ; we'll take them, any how. 
But come, let us go back now and have a drink with the boys ! They'll 
miss us. You see I don't want any of 'em to know where we are 
agoing to. It might get talked about, and some Hessian spy give him 
the alarm." 

As they disappeared Old Ben came forth from the hiding-place where 
he had ensconced himself for the purpose of learning what mischief 
they were planning. Looking after the retreating figures he muttered 
half aloud : 

" I'll head off them devils yet, or else I'll give 'em leave to call me 
a skunk ! The old man whar right in showing Black Dave the door. 
He should have kicked him out. That's what I would have done. 
But I'll head off the villains ! I'll head 'em off"!" he ejaculated, as he 
hastened forward. 

Black Dave and his lieutenant returned to the bar-room, where they 
with their companions indulged in a drunken revel. Toward mid- 
night he got together some ten or a dozen of those who were the least 
intoxicated, and started out on his work of vengeance. 

This band of " defenders of the rights of Southern men," as they 
styled themselves, had proceeded a considerable distance from the 
tavern when their commander ordered them to halt in front of a 
modest-looking dwelling, surrounded by pleasant grounds. He then 
addressed them as follows : 

"Boys! now we are about to catch one of the blackest-hearted 
traitors in the South. He is a regular white-livered Lincolnite, and it 
ain't to be expected that we will show him much mercy. So follow 
me!" 

Black Dave then opened the gate and went toward the house, 
followed by his band. He gave several loud raps on the door with the 
butt of a pistol, and it not being promptly opened, he aj)plied the heel 
of his heavy boot and administered a number of lusty kicks. The 
door was at length opened by rather an elderly female, who had a light 
in her hand. As soon as Black Dave caught a glimpse of her counte- 
nance he said, in a gruff voice : 

" We want your old man. Tell him to turn out quick, and not to 
keep us a-waiting." 

" He is not at home," was the mild response. 



OLD BEN, THE MOUNTAIN SCOUT. 239 

"You lie ! we know better! If you don't turn him out, we'll go in 
and drag him out I" 

" I assure you, sir, that he is not in the house." 

" Come, boys, follow me ! We won't put up with any of the old 
woman's nonsense." 

Black Dave, as he uttered these words, entered the house, accom- 
panied by several of his followers. After a lapse of a few minutes he 
returned, with a countenance blacker than usual, exclaiming : 

"The old hound has run away, boys; but the black-hearted traitor 
don't escape my vengeance so easy. Just throw a torch in the barn 
yonder." 

" Oh ! do not fire the place ! Have some mercy for the family !" 
entreated the old lady. 

" What is the family to me? I wasn't good enough to make one of 
them ! They are a brood of traitors, the whole of them, and if you 
don't want 'em roasted, you had better turn 'em out !" 

After giving utterance to these brutal words he strode off toward 
the outbuildings, seizing a torch from one of his followers as he passed 
along. Looking in the stable and finding that the horses were gone, 
he gave utterance to a vile oath, and then threw the torch among 
some loose hay. Watching the flames as they crept slowly along, 
while a fiendish smile spread over his features, he told one of his 
band to pick up some of the hay and follow him. He then went 
toward the dwelling, and ordered the man to throw the hay on the 
kitchen floor ; and then, despite the entreaties of the old lady and the 
cries of two or three children, who had been hurried from their beds 
and stood in their night-clothes clinging to their mother, the ruffian 
applied the torch. When the flames were fairly under way he said: 

" Come on, boys ! Leave 'em to shift for themselves. Let us see if 
we can't track the old hound." 

The ruffian then, followed by his band, retreated down the road, 
turning occasionally to behold the flames as they licked up that once 
happy home. 

The next evening Old Ben was prompt to his appointment, and as 
he listened to the narration of the outrage to a party of Union men, 
he exclaimed, as his countenance glowed with excitement: 

"The miserable scaly buzzards! I wouldn't a thought they'd gone 
so far; they're worse nor Injuns! I reckoned it whar all right when 
I gave him the alarm and he got safe off. But to fire the house, and 
turn the women folks and children out doors that time of night — I 
swar I'll have vengeance for it ! It mout not be quite reg'lar, but yer 
kin jest set Old Ben down for Black Dave and that white-livered 



240 OLD BEN, THE MOUNTAIN SCOUT. 

skunk from Clarksville. If I don't fix thar flint for 'em then I won't 
trust bullet and powder any more. Thar's no use of yer sayin' any- 
thin' agin it," he said, as he raised up his hand toward one of the 
assembly, who he supposed was about to remonstrate, " for I've fixed 
the hull matter. It's no knowin' what they'll do next, so they've got 
to go. The devil wants his due, and it is about time they whar on 
the road to see the chief of all secessionists." 

" It is what they deserve !" ejaculated one of the party. 

This sentiment was generally concurred in by the assembly. The 
affairs of that part of the State were then discussed, and it was con- 
sidered that it would be of great importance if communication could 
be kept up between the Union men in the mountains and those who 
yet remained at home. For the performance of this duty they all 
agreed that Old Ben, from his thorough knowledge of that region, was 
peculiarly qualified. He at once consented to act, but put in as a 
proviso that he was not to be deprived of the privilege of attending to 
the case of Black Dave and his lieutenant. 

In the meantime, Black Dave, intent upon glutting his vengeancSj 
set his spies to work to discover the whereabouts of the man whose 
homestead he had so ruthlessly destroyed. A number of days passed, 
and the spies were unable to give any satisfactory report, other than 
that they thought he had gone to the mountains. At this Black 
Dave's rage grew furious, and he swore that he would seek revenge in 
another quarter. The fate he intended for the father should be visited 
upon the son-in-law, his successful rival, who was settled in a quiet 
spot some miles from Knoxville. Black Dave knew that his rival was 
suspected of being a Union man, and that was a sufficient cloak for 
him in his design of villainy. 

It was on a dark and gloomy night that Black Dave got his band 
CI ruffians together and set out on his work of vandalism. We will 
not detain the reader with an account of his progress along the road. 
Arriving at the house, his summons was answered by a trembling 
black servant, who, in answer to a furious demand for his master, 
stammered out that he was not at home. The desperado's quick eye 
at once detected from the servant's manner that he was endeavoring 
to conceal something, and he immediately ordered his lieutenant to 
search the house. This duty the lieutenant performed in a style 
worthy of his leader. The wife, notwithstanding her delicate health, 
was brutally told to point out where her husband was hid, as they 
wanted to give him a ro2:>e elevation. All feelings of humanity were 
set at naught, and the search was made in the most brutal and reck- 
less manner. But it proved fruitless. The intended victim, hearing 



OLD BEN, THE MOUNTAIN SCOUT. 241 

the noise of the band as they approached, at once suspected their 
object, and, at the solicitation of his wife, consented to secrete himself, 
and succeeded in making his escape. 

Black Dave fairly foamed with rage when he heard that he was- 
again foiled — that his rival could not be found. 

" The sneaking cur is hid somewhere !" he exclaimed. " But I'll 
smoke him and his brood out. Fire the house, boys." 

Even the entreaties of her whom he once professed to love failed to 
stay the hand of the incendiary. Black Dave was inexorable. The 
torch was applied, and soon the flames began to creep along — slowly 
at first, as if gathering strength, and then suddenly they darted up 
their forked tongues and enveloped the whole building in a fiery circle. 
The flames, reflected by the heavy atmosphere, shed a brilliant light 
over the surrounding country. For a while Black Dave stood gazing 
upon his work, while a sort of hellish malignity spread itself over his 
features, totally unmoved by the cries of the terror-stricken women 
and children. He then ordered the servant whom he had first seen 
to be tied to a wheel of a large wagon, and lashed until he revealed 
the whereabouts of his master. For Black Dave to order was to be 
obeyed, and the trembling black was immediately seized, tied and 
flogged. The blows fell fast and heavy, but the faithful black, not- 
withstanding the blood streamed down his back, refused to betray his 
master. The ruffian who administered the blows paused for a moment 
as if to take breath, which his leader observing, he shouted : 

" Give the black dog another dose, and lay them on lively !" 

The words had scarcely fallen from his lips ere a bullet whizzed past 
the negro and buried itself in the brain of the ruffian leader, and he 
fell to the earth to rise no more. He had given his last order. His 
lieutenant, who stood near, sprang forward, and was in the act of 
stooping to lift the prostrate form of his captain when crash went 
another bullet through his brain, and he fell upon the body of him 
who had been his companion in villainy, and who was now his com- 
panion in death. The ruffian who had administered the blows stood 
for a moment as if transfixed to the spot, and then, throwing down the 
whip, he attempted to run, but had taken only a few steps when a swift- 
winged messenger sent him travelling the same road with his leaders. 
Consternation now seemed to seize the remainder of the ruffians, and 
they took to their heels, many in their flight throwing away their 
rifles, which were soon picked up by Old Ben and his cpmpanions, and 
their contents sent after their flying owners. 

It was not long before the pale and terror-stricken wife was sur- 
rounded by her husband and father. After an afi*ectionate embrace, 



242 SAMPLES OF IRISH WIT. 

the father, picking up a lighted torch, approached the place where the 
bodies lay. Stooping down to examine the leaders, he in a few 
moments exclaimed : 

" Dead ! — both of them ! Old Ben hit both in nearly the same spot !" 

So it was. The father being anxious to see his daughter and her 
mother, who, since the destruction of the old homestead had resided 
with her, was accompanied by Old Ben and another companion for that 
purpose. As they approached the farm they beheld the light from the 
burning dwelling and at once rightly conjectured the cause and who was 
at work. They crept stealthily along, and secreted themselves until a 
favorable opportunity should afford them a chance of being of service. 
Old Ben insisted that he alone should do the shooting, and that they 
could do the loading, as no shots were to be wasted. As he observed 
Black Dave and his lieutenant standing near together, he exclaimed, 
in a low tone: 

"Keerful! keerful, now! They are both mine!" And creeping to 
a favorable spot, he discharged the shots which finished the worldly 
career of the ruffians. 

Black Dave's rival, being secreted where he could view what was 
going on, seeing the ruffian leaders fall, at once judged that friends 
were at hand, and he sprang forward to render his aid in the destruc- 
tion of the vandals. When it was ascertained that they were com- 
pletely routed, arrangements were made for conveying the family to a 
place of safety, and in the arrangements the master did not forget his 
lacerated but faithful servant. 

During the next fortnight several of Black Dave's followers were 
found dead, and upon examination it was discovered that each one 
had been shot in nearly the same place in the forehead, and it was 
concluded that they had been killed by the same person. The conclu- 
sion was correct, for Old Ben, in his scouting duties, sent many a 
" buzzard," as he called those who preyed upon the bones of Union 
men, to his final account. 



SAMPLES OF IRISH WIT. 



(HE surrender of Lexington, Mo., was rendered a necessity by 
the want of ammunition, as well as by the want of water. 
A few of the companies had one or two rounds left, but the 
majority had fired their last bullet. After the surrender 
an officer was detailed by Price to collect the ammunition and place 
it in safe charge. The officer, addressing Adjutant Cosgrove, asked 




TRIALS OF MISSOURI UNIONISTS. 243 

him to have the ammunition surrendered. Cosgrove called up a dozen 
men, one after the other, and exhibiting the empty cartridge-boxes, 
said to the astonished rebel officer, " I believe, sir, we gave you all the 
ammunition we had before we had stopped fighting. Had there been 
any more, upon my word, you should have had it, sir. But I will 
inquire, and if by accident there is a cartridge left, I will let you 
know." The rebel officer turned away, reflecting upon the glorious 
victory of having captured men who had fired their last shot. 

An Irishman from Battle Creek, Michigan, was at Bull Run battle, 
and was somewhat startled w^hen the head of his companion on the 
left hand was knocked off by a cannon-ball. A few moments after, 
however, a spent ball broke the fingers of his comrade on the other 
side. The latter threw down his gun and yelled with pain, when the 
Irishman rushed to him, exclaiming, " Blasht your soul, you owld 
woman, shtop cryin' ; you make more noise about it than the man 
that losht his head !" 



TRIALS OF MISSOURI UNIONISTS. 




|T the outbreak of the rebellion, Widow W. lived in the White 
River country. Mo., a land of hills and of ignorance. In that 
country she and her family stood almost alone upon the 
side of the National Union. Her neighbors were advocates 
of the rebellion, and even before the arrival of the army in Spring- 
field, all loyal citizens were warned that they must leave their homes 
or die. It was little that the poor widow had to leave — a miserable 
log-cabin and a small patch of hillside — but such as it was, she was 
preparing to abandon it, when her son Harvey left her, in search of 
employment. She packed his bundle with a heavy heart, took a silk 
handkerchief from her neck, gave it to him, and kissed him good-by, 
never expecting to see him again. 

He had not been gone many days when her persecution began. Her 
little boy was one evening bringing in wood for the fire, when a shot 
was heard — a bullet struck the log under his arm, and he dropped it 
with a scream. The ball had just missed his heart. Joy at his escape 
from death was henceforth mingled with gloomy apprehension. 

Next she heard of the death of Harvey. He had found a home, 
and fancying himself secure, was alone at work in the field. The 
family with whom he lived were absent. When they returned at 
noon they found his dead body in the house, pierced by a bullet. His 
torn cap and other signs witnessed to the severity of his struggle before 
he yielded to his murderer. 



"244 TRIALS OF MISSOURI UNIONISTS. 

From this time the family of Mrs. W. lived in constant fear. One 
day a gun was fired at them as they sat at dinner. Often they saw 
men prowling about with guns looking for the young men. One man 
was bold enough to come into the cabin in search of them. At night 
they all hid in the woods and slept. The poor woman was one day 
gathering corn in the garden, and William was sitting upon the 
fence. 

"Don't sit there, William," said his mother, " you are too fair a mark 
for a shot." 

William went to the door and sat upon the step. 

" William," said his sister, " you are not safe there. Come into the 
house." 

He obeyed. He was sitting between two beds, when suddenly 
another shot rang upon the air and the widow's second son, Samuel, 
whom she had not noticed sitting by another door, rose to his feet, 
staggered a few steps toward his mother, and fell a corpse before her. 

"I never wished anyone in torment before," she said, " but I did 
wish the man that killed him was there." 

Her three oldest sons at once left the cabin and fled over the hills. 
They were all afterwards in the National army. Samuel's sister washed 
the cold clay and dressed it for the grave. After two days the 
secession neighbors came to bury him. At first the frantic mother 
refused to let them touch his body. At last she consented. The clods 
were falling upon the coffin, each sound awakening an echo in her 
heart, when a whip-poor-will fluttered down with its wild melancholy 
•cry, and settled in the open grave. The note so terrified the conscience- 
stricken, superstitious wretches, that for a moment they fled in 
<iismay. 

Two of her children were now in the tomb. Three had escaped for 
their lives. The unhappy woman was left with her two daughters and 
i,hree small children, helpless and alone. She was obliged to go thirty 
miles upon horseback to the mill for food, and afterwards to return on 
foot, leading her horse by the bridle, "with the sack of meal upon his 
back. On her return she met her children, about a mile and a half 
from her own house. In her neighbors yard her two boys, aged ten 
and twelve years, were digging another grave — the grave of an old 
man, murdered in her absence for the crime of loyalty to the Union. 
Together with a white-headed patriot, who tottered with age, they 
placed the corpse upon a board, rolled it, unprepared for burial and 
uncoffined, into the shallow pit, and then covered it with earth. Such 
were the trials of loyal citizens in the border slave States, and wherever 
rebellion held sway. 



THRILLING RAILROAD ADVENTURE IN WEST VIRGINIA. 245 

A THRILLING RAILROAD ADVENTURE IN 
WEST VIRGINIA. 




^MONG the many incidents that, during the late rebellion, were 
connected with that great national artery, the Baltimore 
and Ohio Railroad, is one that I will relate. 

In the fall of 1861, having been detained by business in 
the town of Cumberland, Md., I was at last about to start for Wheeling, 
when I learned by a dispatch that the road was occupied below Harper's 
Ferry by a force of rebels, and therefore no train would pass. 

This proved to be true in reference to ordinary trains, but a " special," 
with which was the Hon. Mr. Pierpont, and a few other notabilities, had 
passed before the rebels cut the track, and was therefore approaching. 
On inquiry, I found that the engineer of the coming train had been 
one of my old chums, ere I had discarded engine-driving for more 

profitable business. My friend, Joe M , was a cool, bold, skillful 

engineer, and as generous as reckless of danger. 

As I expected, I no sooner saw him and stated my wish to go up the 
road, than he swore that, special or no special, I should ride with him, 
if for nothing but to see the fast time his engine " Wildfire," would 
make. 

As we dashed rapidly along and were passing through Black Oak 
Bottom, a couple of ill-looking fellows in citizen's dress fired at the 
engineer, but, doing no damage, merely provoked a laugh of derision 
from him for their want of marksmanship. On arriving at Oakland, 
Md., we were disagreeably surprised by receiving a telegram, informing 
us that a party of rebels were making extraordinary haste to reach the 
railroad at a point many miles ahead of us. Also they seemed to know 
who the special contained, and would, therefore, use all endeavors to 
capture or kill us. 

There was but one car behind the engine, and in it was briefly dis- 
cussed the question of " go or stay," while Joe was having the tender 
refilled with wood and water. 

Mr. Pierpont's business was too urgent to admit of any possible 
delay ; two or three others concluded to risk the trip, and I — well, if 
it's not too egotistical to say so — I had run risks on railroads too often 
to back out because there was danger ahead, while the rest concluded 
to stay and trust to luck for the opportunity of getting away. 

Just as we were about to start, the fireman, making a misstep on the 
"running board," fell and struck the ground with such force as to 
break his arm. Joe hurriedly picked the poor fellow up, but time was 



246 THRILLING RAILROAD ADVENTURE IN WEST VIRGINIA. 

precious just then, so leaving him to the care of the gentlemen who 
had accompanied us, he started directly towards me, asking me to 
come and " run " for him, as, having no fireman, he would have more 
than he could do. I told him, however, to consider me his fireman 
for the rest of the trip, as he was best acquainted with the road ; so 
without any more ado I doffed my coat, we jumped on, and away we 
went, past hamlets, through wildernesses of stunted bushes, up grade 
and down hill, at a speed rarely equalled. Our light train made firing 
an easy task for me, and I had frequent leisure to scan the beautiful 
ranges of the Alleghenies along which we skirted. Joe was sitting, as 
was usual with him, with his left hand on the throttle lever, and his 
body half out of the side window of the " cab," that he might the better 
scan the track ahead. 

A few miles south of the famous Cheat River bridge is a deep 
mountain-gorge with precipitous rocky sides. 

It is shaped like an hour-glass, wide at each end, but tapering each 
way toward the middle. The track runs for quite a distance along 
one side of the gorge, makes a very abrupt turn to cross the chasm, 
a very deep one, in a straight line, and then, still curving inwardly, 
follows the gorge in a line nearly parallel with the track on the opposite 
side, for three-fourths of a mile. 

We were pitching along with that peculiar rocking, bounding 
motion, so different from the jar of ordinary fast speed. As we swept 
to the top of a grade around the side of a hill that commanded a view 
of the gorge — Joe and I both on the lookout — we saw, at a moment's 
glance, enough to make us concentrate our thinking faculties, and act 
in a hurry, whatever was best to be done. 

There, on the straight track, just at the near edge of the gorge, a lot 
of men, in gray uniform, were hastily piling up some old ties, logs, 
etc. ; while at the point where the curve was sharpest — before reaching 
the gorge — were several more tugging furiously at a rail, one end of 
which seemed to baffle them, as they pulled it outwards. We were 
within a mile when we discovered them, and as each noticed them, 
the shout came simultaneously from both of us — " The wrong side of 
the curve !" The ignorant fools were pulling out the inside rail, 
instead of the outside. In the latter case nothing could have saved 
us from running off the track, and probably into the gorge. Our single 
brakeman, seeing the danger — I suppose from habit — was commenc- 
ing to tighten the brake, but at a look from Joe I signalled " off 
brakes ;" Joe, meanwhile, opening the throttle to its widest extent as 
we dashed down the grade at a positively frightful velocity. 

As we neared them, a party of them huddled together near the 



THRILLING RAILROAD ADVENTURE IN WEST VIRGINIA. 249 

track. I seized a large stick of wood, intending, if possible, to hurt 
somebody. We were going altogether too swiftly to fear their taking 
aim at us; and for that matter, I suppose, they considered our destruc- 
tion such a certainty that firing at us would be needless. I was pois- 
ing the big stick of wood, and guessing at the rate of speed — I've had 
some practice throwing parcels from trains in motion — when Joe sud- 
denly pulled the whistle-rope. The hoarse shriek seemed to startle 
them for an instant ; they huddled closer together, and I tossed the 
stick outwards and downwards. I had barely time to see it crash 
through the group with the force of a thunderbolt, when, with a jar- 
ring plunge, the wheels on one side struck the naked ties. That part 
of the trouble we had feared but little, as the impetus of the engine 
was almost sure to make it mount the track again. On the track 
again, but a few rods ahead of us, was the formidable barricade, and 
beyond that the yawning chasm. Joe was standing up now, with eyes 
blazing, still holding the throttle wide open, as he braced himself for 
the shock. I had grasped the brake-rod of the tender the instant I 
threw the piece of wood. Crash — my hold didn't avail me, as I was 
pitched head over heels against the fire-box, and laid flat on my back 
on the foot-board or floor of the engine. 

Joe was as suddenly jerked half around, his back striking the little 
door in front of where he had stood, breaking the door and shivering 
the glass to atoms. But we were through ; how, we couldn't tell, 
except that we were still on the track, and thundering over the gorge. 
Joe's spirits rose with the occasion. Extricating himself almost as 
suddenly as he had been deposited in the little glass door, he jerked 
a tin flask from his pocket, sprung on top of the tender, and from 
thence to the roof of the cab. Steadying himself for a moment, with 
his face toward the rebels, he shouted " Good-bye," made them a low 
bow, and took a drink, perfectly regardless of the white puffs of smoke, 
as one after another discharged their pieces at him; as he afterwards 
explained, " the engine made too much noise for him to hear the 
bullets, and they didn't seem to be hitting anybody." 

After having, in spite of sore bones, performed a jig, which he had ex- 
temporized for that occasion for the express edification of the rebs, Joe 
descended from his perch, and deliberately shutting off steam, stopped. 

We were still in sight of them, though at a tolerably safe distance, 
and now saw a group of them standing near several men who had 
been wounded,perhapssomekilled,by that "irrepressible" stick of wood. 

Our damages were a few bruises each, but no serious hurts. Our 
engine suffered the loss of the pilot or cowcatcher and headlight, the 
front of the smoke-bow was stove in, besides sundry dents and bruises 



250 A MILITARY PIGEON. 

on the brass casings of the cylinders, but for running purposes abso- 
lutely uninjured ; the rebels having piled the logs squarely across the 
tojD of the track, the point of the cow-killer had gone under them, and, 
though broken by the shock, had raised them sufficiently to keep them 
from under the wheels, while the engine dashed them right and left 
into the gorge. 

The rebels seeing us stop, started in pursuit, but as we found nothing 
eerious to impede our further progress, and, as in their case, " distance 
lent enchantment to the view," we were off again in high spirits, and 
without further adventure worth recounting, arrived safely at our 
destination. 

Poor Joe, after being shot at so often as to have acquired a sovereign 
contempt for rebel bullets, was shot dead about the close of the w^ar 
while running a government engine near Chattanooga. 



A MILITARY PIGEON. 




[HE following is a true and singularly remarkable story of a 
pigeon captured by Mr. Tinker, a teamster of the Forty- 
second New York Volunteers, while the regiment was 
encamped at Kalorama Heights, Va. Mr. Tinker made a 
pet of him, and kept him in camp until they started for Poolesville. 
Strange to say, the pigeon followed on with the train, occasionally 
flying away at a great distance, but always returning, and, when weary, 
would alight on some wagon of the train. 

At night he was sure to come home, and watching his opportunity, 
would select a position, and quietly go to roost in Tinker's w^agon. 

Many of the men in the regiment took a fancy to him, and he soon 
became a general favorite. From Poolesville he followed to AVash- 
ington, and down to the dock, where Tinker took him on board the 
steamer ; so he went to Fortress Monroe, thence to Yorktown, where he 
was accustomed to make flights over and beyond the enemy's w^orks, 
but was always sure to return at evening, to roost and receive his food 
at Tinker's wagon. From there he went all through the Peninsular 
campaign, afterwards to Antietam, and Harper's Ferr}^, witnessing all 
the battles fought by his regiment. 

By this time he had gained so much favor that a friend offered 
twentj^-five dollars to purchase him, but Tinker would not sell him at 
any price, and soon after sent him home as a present to some friend. 
It might have been interesting to trace the future movements of this 
remarkable specimen of the feathered tribe, but none will doubt his 
instinctive loyalty and attachment to the old Tammany regiment. 



SELF-PRESERVATION BEFORE BRAVERY. 251 

SELF-PRESERVATION BEFORE BRAVERY. 



§W^ NOTICED upon the hurricane-deck an elderly darkey with a 
W^ very philosophical and retrospective cast of countenance, 
MJ^ squatted upon his bundle, toasting his shins against the chimney 
and apparently plunged in a state of deep meditation. Finding 
upon inquiry that he belonged with the Ninth Illinois, one of the most 
gallantly behaved and heavily losing regiments at the Fort Donelson 
battle, and part of which was aboard, I began to interrogate him upon 
the subject. His philosophy was so much in the Falstaffian vein that 
I will give his views in his o.wn words, as near as my memory serves 
me. 

" Were you in the fight ?" 

" Had a little taste of it, sah." 

" Stood your ground, did you?" 

" No, sah, I runs." 

" Run at the first fire, did you?" 

"Yes, sah, and I would have run soona', had I knowed it war 
com in'. " 

" Why that wasn't very creditable to your courage." 

" Dat isn't in my line, sah — cookin's my profeshun." 

" Well, but have you no regard for your reputation?" 

" Reputashun's nofin' by de side of life." 

" Do you consider your life worth more than other people's ?" 

** It's worth more to me, sah." 

" Then you must value it very highly !" 

" Yes, sah, I does — more dan all dis world — more dan a million ob 
dollars, sah, for what would that be wuth to a man wid de bref out 
o' him ? Self-preserbashum am de first law wid me." 

" But why should you act upon a different rule from other men ?" 

" Because different men set different values upon dar lives — mine is 
not in de market." 

" But, if you lost it, you would have the satisfaction of knowing that 
you died for your country." 

" What satisfacshun would dat be to me when de power ob feelin* 
was cl'ar done gone ?" 

"Then patriotism and honor are nothing to you?" 

" Nuffin' whatever, sah — I regard them as among de vanities." 

" If our soldiers were like you, traitors might have broken up the 
government without resistance." 

" Yes, sah, dar would have been no help for it. I wouldn't put my 



ti52 JOE PARSONS, THE MARYLAND BOY. 

head in de scale 'gainst no gobernment dat eber existed, for no gobern- 
ment could replace de loss to me." 

" Do you think any of your company would have missed you if you 
had been killed?" 

" May be not, sah — a dead white man ain't mucli to dese sogers, let 
'lone a dead niggah — but I'd a miss myself, and dat was de pint wid 
me, sah." 

It is safe to say that the dusky corpse of that African will never 
carken the field of carnage. 



JOE PARSONS, THE MARYLAND BOY. 

p^jpOE enlisted in the First Maryland regiment, and was plainly a 
M|B| " rough " originally. As we passed along the hall we first saw 
^SJH him crouched near an open window, lustily singing, " I'm a 

'^' bold soldier boy," and observing the broad bandage over his 
eyes, I said : 

*• What's your name, my good fellow ?" 

" Joe, sir," he answered, " Joe Parsons." 

" And what is the matter with you?" 

" Blind, sir, blind as a bat." 

"In battle?" 

" Yes, at Antietam ; both eyes shot out at one clip." Poor Joe was 
in the front at Antietam Creek, and a Minie ball had passed directly 
through his eyes, across his face, destroying his sight forever. He was 
but twenty years old, but he was as happy as a lark 1 

" It is dreadful," I said. 

" I'm very thankful I'm alive, sir. It might ha' been worse, yer 
see," he continued. And then he told us his story. 

" I was hit," he said, " and it knocked me down. I lay there all 
night, and the next day the fight was renewed. I could stand the 
pain, yer see, but the balls was flyin' all around, and I wanted to get 
away. I couldn't see nothin', though. So I waited and listened ; and 
at last I heard a feller groanin' beyond me. 

« ♦ Hello !' says I. 

" * Hello, yourself,' says he. 

" ' Who be yer T says I—' a rebel ?' 

" * You're a Yankee,' says he. 

" * So I am,' says I. ' What's the matter with you ?' 

"*My leg's smashed,' says he. 



THE FIGHT AT HAMPTON ROADS. 253 

"' Can't yer walk?' 

"'No.' 'Can't yer see?' 

" ' Yes.' 

" * Well/ says I, * you're a rebel, but will you do me a little 

favor ?' 

" ' I will,' says he, * ef I ken.' 

" Then I says : * Well, ole butternut, I can't see nothin'. My eyes 
is knocked out ; but I ken walk. Come over yere. Let's git out o' 
this. You p'int the way, an' I'll tote yer off the field on my back.* 

" ' Bully for you,' says he. 

" And so we managed to get together. We shook hands on it. I 
took a wink outen his canteen, and he got on to my shoulders. 

" I did the walkin' for both, an' he did the navigatin'. An' ef he 
didn't make me carry him straight into a rebel colonel's tent, a mile 
away, I'm a liar ! Hows'ever the colonel came up, an' says he, ' Whar 
d'yer come from ? w^ho be yer?' I told him. He said I was done for 
and couldn't do no more shoot'n ; and he sent me over to our lines. 
So, after three days, I came down here with the wounded boys, where 
we're doin' pretty well, all things, considered." 

" But you will never see the light again, my poor fellow," I sug- 
gested, sympathetically. 

" That's so," he answered, glibly, " but I can't help it, you notice. I 
did my dooty — got shot, pop in the eye — an' that's my misfort'n, not 
my fault — as the old man said of his blind boss. 

" But — 'I'm a bold soldier boy,'" he continued, cheerily renewing 
his song ; and we left him in his singular merriment. Poor, sightless, 
unlucky, but stout-hearted Joe Parsons. 



THE FIGHT AT HAMPTON ROADS. 




jN Saturday, March 8, 1862, about noon, the United States 
frigate Cumberland lay off in the Roads at Newport NewSy 
about 300 yards from shore, the Congress being 200 yards 
south of her. The morning was mild and pleasant, and the 
day had opened without any noteworthy incident. 

Soon after eleven o'clock a dark-looking object was seen coming 
round Craney Island through Norfolk Channel, and making straight 
for the two Union war vessels. It was instantly recognized as the 
much talked of and dreaded Merrimac. The officers of the Cumber- 
land and of the Congress had been on the lookout for her for some 



254 THE FIGHT AT HAMPTON ROADS. 

time and were as well prepared for the impending fight as was pos- 
sible, considering that they had only wooden vessels to meet their iron 
antagonist. 

As the strange-looking craft came ploughing through the water right 
onward towards the port bow of the Cumberland, she resembled a huge 
half-submerged crocodile. Her sides were of solid iron, except where 
the guns pointed from the narrow ports, and rose slantingly from the 
water like the roof of a house, or the arched back of a tortoise. Her 
entire height above the water line was probably ten feet perpendicular. 
At her prow could be seen the iron ram projecting straight forward 
somewhat above the water's edge. Small boats were slung or fastened 
to her sides. The rebel flag floated from one staff, and a pennant from 
another at the stern. There was a smoke-stack near her middle; but 
no side-wheels nor machinery were visible, and all exposed parts of 
the formidable craft were heavily mailed with iron. 

Immediately on the appearing of the Merrimac, both Union vessels 
made ready for action. All hands were ordered to places, and the 
Cumberland was swung across the channel so that her broad-side 
would bear on the hostile craft. The armament she could use against 
the Merrimac was about eleven nine- and ten-inch Dahlgren guns, 
and two pivot guns of the same make. The enemy came on at the 
rate of four or five knots an hour. When within a mile, the Cumber- 
land opened on her with her pivot guns, and soon after with broad- 
sides. Still she came on, the balls bounding from her sides like rubber 
balls, making apparently no impression, except to cut away her flag-staff. 

The Merrimac passed the Congress — discharging a broadside at her, 
one shell from which killed or disabled every man at gun No. 10 
but one — and made directly for the Cumberland, which she struck on 
the port bow just starboard of the main chains, knocking a hole in 
her side near the water line as large as the head of a hogshead, and 
driving the vessel back upon her anchors with great force. The water 
at once commenced pouring in through the hole, and rose so rapidly 
as to reach in five minutes the sick-bay on the berth-deck. Almost 
at the moment of the collision, the , Merrimac discharged from her 
forward gun an eleven-inch shell. This shell raked the whole gun- 
deck, killing ten men at gun No. 1, among whom was Master-Mate 
John Harrington, and terribly mutilating Quarter-gunner Wood. 
The water rushed in from the hole made below, and in five minutes 
the ship began to sink by the head. Shell and solid shot from the 
Cumberland were rained on the Merrimac as she passed ahead, but 
they glanced harmlessly from the incline of her iron-plated sides and 
roof. 



SINKING OF THE CUMBERLAND. 257 

As the Merrimac rounded to and came up, she again raked the 
Cumberland with a heavy fire. Advancing with increased momentum, 
the Merrimac struck the starboard side, smashing her upper works 
and cutting another hole below the water-line. 

SINKING OF THE CUMBERLAND. 

The ship now began to sink rapidly, and the scene became most 
horrible. The cockpit was filled with the wounded, whom it was im- 
possible to bring up. The forward magazine was under water, but 
powder was still supplied from the after magazine, and the firing kept 
steadily up by men who knew that the ship was sinking under them. 
They worked desperately and unremittingly, and amid the din and 
horror of the conflict gave cheers for their flag and the Union, which 
were joined in by the v/ounded. The decks were slippery with blood, 
and arms and legs and chunks of flesh were strewed about. The Mer- 
rimac lay off* at easy point-blank range, discharging her broadside 
alternately at the Cumberland and the Congress. The water by this 
time had reached the after magazine of the Cumberland. The men, 
however, kept at work, and several cases of powder were passed up, and 
the guns kept in action. Several men in the after shell-room lingered 
there too long, in their eagerness to pass up shell, and were drowned. 

The water had at this time reached the berth or main gun-deck, and 
it was felt hopeless and useless to continue the fight longer. The word 
was given for each man to save himself; but after this order was issued 
gun No. 7 was fired. At this moment the adjoining gun, No. 6, was 
actually under water. This last shot was fired by an active little 
fellow named Matthew Tenney, whose courage had been conspicuous 
throughout the action. As his port was left open by the recoil of the 
gun, he jumped to scramble out ; but the water rushed in with so much 
force that he was washed back and drowned. When the order was 
given to cease firing, and to look out for personal safety in the best way 
possible, numbers scampered through the port-holes, whilst others 
reached the spar-deck by the companionways. Many were unable to 
get out by either of these means, and were carried down by the rapidly 
sinking ship. Of those who reached the upper deck, some swam off to 
the tugs that came out from Newport News. 

The Cumberland sank in water nearly to her cross-trees. She went 
down with her flag still flying — a memento of one of the bravest, most 
daring, and yet most hopeless defences that has ever been made by 
any vessel belonging to any navy in the world. The men fought with 
a courage that could not be excelled. There was no flinching, no 
thought of surrender. 



258 THE FIGHT AT HAMPTON ROADS. 

The Cumberland being thoroughly demolished, the Merrimac left 
her, not — to the credit of the rebels be it said — firing either at the 
men clinging to the rigging, nor at the small boats which were busily 
employed rescuing the survivors of her crew, and proceeded to attack 
the Congress. The officers of the Congress, seeing the fate of the 
Cumberland, and aware that their own vessel would also be sunk if 
she remained within reach of the iron beak of the Merrimac, had got 
all sail on the ship, with the intention of running her ashore. The 
tug-boat Zouave also came out and made fast to the Cumberland, and 
assisted in towing her ashore. 

The whole number lost of the Cumberland's crew was one hundred 
and twenty. 

THE CONGRESS BURNED. 

The Merrimac then forged ahead and gave the Congress a broadside, 
receiving one in return ; and getting astern, raked the ship fore and 
aft. This fire was terribly destructive, a shell killing every man at 
one of the guns except one. Coming again broadside to the Congress, 
the Merrimac ranged slowly backward and forward, less than one 
hundred yards distant, and fired broadside after broadside into the 
Congress. The latter vessel replied manfully and obstinately, every 
gun that could be brought to bear being discharged rapidly, but with 
little effect upon the iron monster. Some of the balls caused splinters 
of iron to fly from her mailed roof, and one shot, entering a port- 
hole, dismounted a gun. The guns of the Merrimac appeared to be 
specially trained on the after magazine of the Congress, and shot after 
shot entered that part of the ship. 

Thus slowly drifting down with the current and again steaming up, 
the Merrimac continued for an hour to fire into her opponent. Several 
times the Congress was on fire, but the flames were kept down. Finally 
the ship was on fire in so many places, and the flames gathering such 
force, that it was hopeless and suicidal to keep up the defence any 
longer. The national flag was sorrowfully hauled down, and a white 
flag hoisted at the peak. 

After it was hoisted the Merrimac continued to fire, perhaps not 
discovering the white flag ; but soon after the firing ceased. 

A small rebel tug, that had followed the Merrimac out of Norfolk, 
then came alongside the Congress, and a young officer, gaining the 
gun-deck through a port-hole, announced that he came on board to 
take command, and ordered the officers on board the tug. The officers 
of the Congress refused to go on board, hoping from the nearness to 
the shore that they should be able to reach it, being unwilling to become 



THE CONGRESS BURNED — ATTACK ON THE MINNESOTA. 259 

prisoners while the least chance of escape remained. Some of the 
men, supposed to number about forty, thinking that the tug was one 
of our vessels, rushed on board. At this moment the members of an 
Indiana regiment, at Newport News, brought a Parrott gun down to 
the beach and opened fire upon the rebel tug. The tug hastily put off, 
and the Merrimac again opened fire upon the Congress. The fire not 
being returned from the ship, the Merrimac commenced shelling the 
woods and camps at Newport News, fortunatel}^ however, without 
doing much damage, only one or two casualties occuring. 

By the time all were ashore it was seven o'clock in the evening, 
and the Congress was in a bright sheet of flame, fore and aft. She 
continued to burn until twelve o'clock at night, her guns, which were 
loaded and trained, going off as they became heated. A shell from 
one struck a sloop at Newport News, and blew her up. At twelve 
o'clock the fire reached the magazine, and with a tremendous concus- 
sion her charred remains blew up. There were some five tons of gun- 
powder in the magazine. 

ATTACK ON THE MINNESOTA. 

After sinking the Cumberland and firing the Congress, the Merrimac, 
with the Yorktown and Jamestown, stood off in the direction of the 
steam-frigate Minnesota, which had been for some hours aground, 
about three miles below Newport News. This was about five o'clock 
on Saturday evening. The rebel commander of the Merrimac, either 
fearing the greater strength of the Minnesota, or wishing, as it after- 
wards appeared, to capture this splendid ship without doing serious 
damage to her, did not attempt to run the Minnesota down, as he had 
rundown the Cumberland. He stood off about a mile distant, and 
with the Yorktown and Jamestown threw shell and shot at the frigate. 
The Minnesota, from being aground, was unable to manoeuvre, or to 
bring all her guns to bear, but she was handled splendidly. She 
threw a shell at the Yorktown, which set her on fire, and the burning 
rebel craft was towed off by her consort, the Jamestown. From the 
appearance of the Yorktown the next day, the fire must have been 
suppressed without serious damage. The after-cabins of the Minnesota 
were torn away, in order to bring two of her large guns to bear from 
her stern ports, the position in which she was lying enabling the 
rebels to attack her there with impunity. She received two serious 
shots ; one, an eleven-inch shell entered near the waist, passed through 
the chief engineer's room, knocking both rooms into ruins, and wound- 
ing several men. Another shot went clear through the chain plate, 
and another passed through the mainmast. Six of the crew were killed 



260 THE FIGHT AT HAMPTON ROADS. 

outright on board the Minnesota, and nineteen wounded. The men, 
though fighting at a disadvantage, stuck manfully to their guns, and 
exhibited a spirit that would have enabled them to compete success- 
fully with any ordinary vessel. 

About nightfall, the Merrimac, satisfied with her afternoon's work 
of death and destruction, steamed in under Sewall's Point. The day 
thus closed most dismally for the Union side, and with the most 
gloomy apprehensions of what would occur the next day. The Min- 
nesota was at the mercy of the Merrimac; and there appeared no 
reason why the iron monster might not clear the Roads of the fleet, 
destroy all the stores and warehouses on the beach, drive the troops 
into Fortress Monroe and command Hampton Roads against any 
number of wooden vessels the government might send there. Satur- 
day was a terribly dismal day at Fortress Monroe. 

THE MERRIMAC ENCOUNTERS THE MONITOR. 

About nine o'clock Saturday evening, Ericsson's new craft, the 
Monitor, arrived at the roads; and upon her arrival it was felt that 
the safety of their position in a great measure depended. Never was 
a greater hope placed u[)on apparently more insignificant means ; but 
never was a great hope more triumphantly fulfilled. In appearance 
the Monitor was the reverse of formidable, lying low on the water, with 
a plain structure amidships, a small pilot-house forward, a diminutive 
smoke-pipe aft. At a mile's distance she might be taken for a raft 
with an army ambulance amidships. 

When Lieutenant Worden was informed of what had occurred, 
though his crew were suff'ering from exposure and loss of rest from a 
storm}'- voyage around from New York, he at once made preparations 
for taking a part in whatever might occur next day. 

Before daylight on Sunday morning the Monitor moved up and 
took a position alongside the Minnesota, lying between the latter ship 
and the Fortress, where she could not be seen by the rebels, but was 
ready with steam up to slip out. 

Up to this time, on Sunday, the rebels gave no indication of what 
were their further designs. The Merrimac lay up toward Craney 
Island, in view, but motionless. At one o'clock she started her 
engines and came out followed by the Yorktown and Jamestown, both 
crowded with troops. The object of the leniency toward the Minne- 
sota on the previous evening thus became evident. It was the hope 
of the rebels to bring the ships along side of the Minnesota, overpower 
her crew by the force of numbers and capture both vessel and men. 

As the rebel flotilla came out from Sewall's Point, the Monitor stood 



THE MERRIMAC ENCOUNTERS THE MONITOR. 261 

out boldly toward them. It is doubtful whether the rebels knew what to 
make of the strange-looking battery ; probably they despised it. Even 
the Yorktown kept on approaching until a thirteen-inch shell from the 
Monitor sent her to the right about. The Merrimac and the Monitor 
kept on approaching each other, the latter waiting until she could 
choose her distance, and the former apparently not knowing what to 
make of her funny-looking antagonist. The first shot from the 
Monitor was fired when about one hundred yards distant from the 
Merrimac, and this distance was subsequently reduced to fifty yards, 
and at no time during the furious cannonading that ensued were the 
vessels more than two hundred yards apart. 

It is impossible to reproduce the animated description given of this 
grand contest between tv>'o vessels of such formidable offensive and 
defensive powers. The scene was in plain view from Fortress Monroe, 
and in the main facts all the spectators agree. At first the fight was 
very furious, and the guns of the Monitor were fired rapidly. As she 
carried but two guns, whilst the Merrimac had eight, of course she 
received two or three shots for every one she gave. Finding that her 
antagonist was much more formidable than she looked, the Merrimac 
attempted to run her down. The superior speed and quicker turning 
powers of the Monitor enabled her to avoid these shocks and to give 
the Merrimac, as she passed, a shot. Once the Merrimac struck her 
nearly amidships, but only to prove that the Monitor could not be run 
down nor shot down. She spun round like a top ; and as she got her 
bearing again, sent one of her formidable missiles into her huge 
opponent. 

The officers of the Monitor, at this time, had gained such confidence 
in the impregnability of their vessel, that they no longer fired at 
random, nor hastily. The fight then assumed the most interesting 
aspect. The Monitor ran around the MerriAiac, repeatedly probing 
her sides, seeking for weak points, and reserving her fire with coolness, 
until she had the right spot and the exact range, and made her experi- 
ments accordingly. In this way the Merrimac received a number of 
shots which seriously damaged her. None of the shots rebounded at 
all, but cut their way clear through iron and wood into the ship. Soon 
after receiving several shots, the Merrimac turned toward Sewall's Point 
and made off at full speed. The Monitor followed the Merrimac until 
she got well under Sewall's Point, and then returned to the Minnesota. 

The Merrimac then took the Patrick Henry and Jamestown in tow, 
and proceeded to Norfolk. In making the plunge at the Monitor, she 
had lost her enormous iron beak and damaged her machinery beyond 
repair, and was leaking considerably. 



2G2 CAPTURING A GUN. 

Thus ended one of the most terrific naval engagements of the war. 
But the providential arrival of the Monitor robbed the rebel craft of its 
terrors, and the destruction of that one Saturday afternoon in March 
was the only serious mischief the Merrimac ever did. 




NOTABLE SURVIVORS OF WILSON'S CREEK. 

fr the battle of Wilson's Creek, Mo., there were at least nine 
officers who afterwards achieved great fame on the battle- 
field and reached the rank of Major-General, viz : Captains 
Frederick Steele, F. J. Herron, D. S. Stanley and Gordon 
Granger; Majors P. J. Osterhaus, S. D. Sturgis and J. M. Schofield — 
the latter being now the senior major-general of the United States 
army; and Colonels Franz Sigel and R. B.Mitchell. Seven more 
reached the rank of brigadier-general viz: Captains J. B. Plummer, 
James Totten, E. A. Carr, T. W. Sweeney ; Major 1. F. Shephard, Lieu- 
tenant-Colonel George L. Andrews and Colonel George W. Deitzler. 
That little army under General Lyon contained some first-class 
material, as events proved. 



CAPTURING A GUN 




IHERE was an old chap in the Berdan Sharpshooters, when 
stationed near Yorktown, known as "Old Seth." He was 
quite a character, and a crack shot — one of the best shots in 
the reoiment. His " instrument," as he termed it, was one 
of the heaviest telescopic rifles. One night at roll-call, " Old Seth " 
was non est. This was somewhat unusual, as the old chap was always 
up to time. A sergeant went out to hunt him up, he being somewhat 
fearful that the old man had been hit. After perambulating around 
in the advance of the picket line, he heard a low " halloo." 

" Whose there?" inquired the sergeant. 

"It's me," responded Seth, "and I've captured a secesh gun." 

" Bring it in," said the sergeant. 

" Can't do it," exclaimed Seth. 

It soon became apparent to the sergeant that " Old Seth " had the 
exact range of one of the enemy's heaviest guns, and they could not 
load it for fear of being picked off by him. Again the old man shouted : 

" Fetch me a couple of haversacks full of grub, for this is my gun, 
and the cussed varmints shan't fire it again while the scrimmage lasts." 

This was done, and the old patriot kept good watch over that gun. 
It was. in fact, a captured gun. 




GENERAL PHILIP H. SHERIDAN 
(Engrraved from his Latest Photograph.) 



Sheridan's first battle. 263 

SHERIDAN'S FIRST BATTLE. 




[HE enemy has ten regiments under Chalmers. I want sup- 
port, particular!}^ artillery. I have been cut up some little, 
but am still strong." 

This was Sheridan's first appeal in a grave emergency. 
He met it with a fearlessness and a show of military sagacity that thus 
early in war demonstrated his fitness for high command. He was 
only a colonel then and had led the Second Michigan Cavalry but 
little more than a month, when suddenly called upon to meet the 
serious responsibilities of a battle under as exacting conditions as were 
ever imposed upon a soldier. 

It was 2.30 in the afternoon of July 1, 1862, when he sent the above 
dispatch to General Asboth, his division commander. He had then 
been fighting against overwhelming odds since early morning. At 3 
o'clock, as the combat waxed more intense, he hastily penned this 
message to the same authority : 

" I have been holding a large force of the enemy prisoners — say ten 
regiments in all — all day. Am considerably cut up, but am holding 
my camp." 

These were the first echoes from a desperate combat that reached the 
larger army twenty miles in the rear. 

It has been truly said that "mighty events turn upon small hinges." 
Sheridan's first experience as an independent commander illustrates 
the truth of this adage. His primary test in the stroke and strategy 
of battle gave decisive promise of that inspiration in danger and fertility 
of resource which, in the short space of two years, placed him in the 
lead among the group that achieved greatness during the Civil War. 
It was in the second year of the Rebellion — the acute stage of the 
colossal struggle : the awful " battle summer of 1862 " — that Sheridan 
emerged from the obscurity of staff duty into the stirring arena of 
command and combat. 

There was a pause in the death grapple of the contending armies of 
Halleck and Beauregard when Sheridan was appointed colonel of the 
Second Michigan Cavalry. McClellan was then before Richmond. 
Halleck was preparing a new campaign. The eyes of the world were 
watching the Chickahomin}'-, while the western armies for the moment 
were inactive. The new colonel found his regiment well trained, and 
composed of stalwart men, skilled in woodcraft and inured to the 
hardships of open-air life. The man and the instrument were well 
suited to each other and the dangerous work before them. 



264 Sheridan's first battle. 

raid on booneville, 

Sheridan was no sooner in command than he was in the saddle and 
taking part in an adventurous errand. Two days after he was made a 
colonel, he, with his regiment, joined an expedition under Colonel 
W. L. Elliott, of the Second Iowa Cavalry. These two regiments cut 
loose from the main army and pushed southward, to the rear of the 
confederate lines. With but little halt or rest, this small command 
scoured the debatable land between the armies. It harassed the con- 
federate outposts, tore up the Mobile and Ohio railroad, and burned 
supplies at Booneville, Mississippi, clearing the country for future 
operations. This was the first successful raid of the war. 

The cavalry is called the eye of the army. Sheridan made his the 
right arm, as well. In a short time after his promotion his irresistible 
dash and ceaseless activity was the talk of the meagre force of horse- 
men attached to the army before Corinth, to whom he was a wonder. 
Shortly after his first promotion, Beauregard's army fell back, leaving 
Halleck free to concentrate his forces in the confederate stronghold. 
Following the retreating enemy, Sheridan found himself again at 
Booneville. On the 1st of July, 1862, he was encamped there, while 
the main body of the confederates lay at Tupelo and Guntown, fifteen 
miles or more to the southward. 

The sluggish advance of Halleck's army left Sheridan's force isolated. 
Though nominally in command of the Second Brigade of the cavalry 
division, his force at Booneville consisted of but eleven companies of 
the Second Michigan and eleven of the Second Iowa — in all, about 
seven hundred and forty men. AVith the main army under Halleck 
twenty miles in the rear, and Beauregard about the same distance in 
front, Sheridan operated in a hostile country, watching and reporting 
every movement of the enemy, and making his map of the country 
as he marched. 

Booneville is a small town on the Mobile and Ohio railroad. Sit- 
uated at the conjunction of three or four converging highways, it was 
a natural vantage point, the value of which the enemy promptly 
acknowledged by the effort he made to dislodge Sheridan and his 
handful of cavalry. None but the most audacious would, under the 
circumstances, have dreamed of holding the place unless assured of a 
large command. There were deep woods which covered the rolling 
hills on the immediate outskirts of the place, while beyond cleared 
plantations gave the enemy admirable ground for deploying lines of 
battle and surrounding the town. 

Beauregard was not slow in discovering the poverty of the force 
intrusted with such important functions as holding forty miles of 



TWO REGIMENTS AGAINST A WHOLE DIVISION, 265 

debatable territory. So long as Sheridan held Booneville, many miles 
of country with abundant supplies and many needed railroad facilities 
were cut off from his control. Sheridan's forces, his resources, to the 
minutest detail, were known to the southern commander, for every 
man in the country was an emissary of his cause. Taking prompt 
advantage of the situation, General Chalmers — a man destined to be 
well known in war and politics afterwards — was placed at the head of 
eight regiments of cavalry, with orders to clear the country of Sheridan's 
meagre force. 

He made an energetic attempt to execute these orders. The dis- 
patches above quoted show the spirit with which that attempt was 
resisted. 

Telegrams like these were something new at headquarters at the 
time, and though momentous movements under Rosecrans, Grant and 
Sherman were going on, the outcome of Sheridan's first fight was 
watched with eager interest by Halleck, and the result thought im- 
portant enough to be telegraphed to President Lincoln. But no 
soldiers ever better deserved commendation than did this little band 
for the heroic work of that day. 

TWO REGIMENTS AGAINST A WHOLE DIVISION. 

Unable to retreat and almost hopeless of success, Sheridan, when 
attacked, made his dispositions with almost preternatural foresight. 
The enemy was at least 4,000 strong. To strike this large force en 
masse would have been certain defeat. That was not the new colonel's 
plan. He strengthened the picket posts on the several roads leading 
into Booneville and then held the main body in hand to await Chal- 
mers' attack. This fell early in the day upon Lieutenant Scranton, of 
the Second Michigan, who commanded the outpost on the Blackland 
road, three miles and a half from the town. Although set upon by 
ten times their number, the pickets fought for every inch of the 
ground, falling back so slowly that the enemy supposed they had come 
upon a much larger force than they had expected. 

Scranton's men had retreated a mile or more to a point where the 
road the enemy were advancing on intersected another. Here Sheridan 
had reinforcements at hand, and, under cover of a natural barricade, 
the attacking force was brought to a halt. The contest became stubborn 
and the fighting superb, but finding the confederates gaining ground, 
three more companies were sent to the point, under command of Cap- 
tain Campbell, also of the Second Michigan. Confident now that the 
Union force was at bay, Chalmers deployed two regiments on the right 
of the road. This imposing line overlapped the Union front so far that 



200 Sheridan's first battle. 

by merely curving the wings inward, the whole force would have been 
surrounded. Sheridan saw the danger. He quickly sent word to 
Captain Campbell to hold the ground at all hazards until he could be 
reinforced, but if pushed beyond endurance to fall back slowly. 
Colonel Hatch, of the Second Iowa, was then sent quickly to Camp- 
bell's support and was ordered to charge the enemy wherever he could 
strike him best. Meanwhile the Michigan men were engaged in a 
terrible and uncertain combat. In the open field the gray-coated 
horsemen, in well-closed ranks, waited until the skirmishers had driven 
the Union troops well together, then, with shouts, they swept down, 
each man eager to be first in at the capture. 

The sorely pressed Federals were ordered to reserve their fire until 
the enemy was within twenty-five or thirty yards' range, and well did 
they obey this command. On came the solid confederate battalions, 
certain of victor}^, and the order to surrender was ringing out. A 
storm of bullets, which withered the first line, was the reply. Another 
and another followed, for the smallness of the Union force was to some 
extf^nt made up by their efficient Colt's revolving rifles, which carried 
five shots without reloading, and in the hands of good marksmen were 
full of death. 

In this onset they were so well used that the charge was stayed. 
But the columns were soon re-formed, and the confederate commander 
closed up his lines and brought them on the flank of the struggling 
Wolverenes. Still fighting, inch by inch, they fell slowly back, keeping 
at bay the overwhelming enemy. Again Chalmers threw his regi- 
ments in line and charged with wild yells as of assured victory. But 
he was again beaten off, and the Union men, having no time to reload, 
used their guns as clubs to ward off" their over-confident enemies. It 
was a desperate moment. Sheer weight of numbers must have gained 
the coveted road and captured the indomitable defenders had Sheridan 
not now sent in another timely supply of men from his slender line. 

The combat began again. It had lasted from daylight. It was now 
afternoon. Angered by the obstinacy of his opponents, Chalmers 
now made a wide sweep and came in on the left of the Union camp, 
almost within gun-shot of the tents. There was no sign of reinforce- 
ments by rail, for which Sheridan had asked. There was hardl}' a 
hope of holding out another hour against such disproportionate num- 
bers. Still there was no thought of giving up, and the 3'oung colonel 
resolved " to eke out the lion's skin with the fox's tail." But his 
resources were wofully slender for either valor or strategy ; yet, meagre 
as they were, they sufficed him. While 2,000 confederates were beset- 
ting the 400 men on the Blackland road, and 2,000 more were swing- 



CAPTAIN RUSSELL A. ALGER S FORLORN HOPE. 



267 



ing into line at the very gates of the camp on the east, Sheridan 
hurried to the tent of Captain Alger, who was lying sick with camp 
fever. The situation was made known to him and he was asked if he 
would take charge of a desperate venture. He readily agreed to do 
his share in the crisis, and never did soldier do his duty better. 



CAPTAIN RUSSELL A. ALGER S FORLORN HOPE. 

Sheridan had already parked his wagon train on the low ground to 
the west and north of the town, and prepared for a last desperate stand. 
Besides this, he had hurried two companies into line, one from the 
Second Michigan and one from the 
Second Iowa. There were ninety- 
two men in all in this little band, 
which he intrusted to Captain Alger 
upon as mad an exploit as was ever 
known in war. To better inspire the 
men with the spirit of rivalry, he had 
taken one company from each regi- 
ment in his command, instead of tak- 
ing both companies from the same 
regiment. When Alger was mounted, 
Sheridan directed him to move off to 
the right and strike the enemy in the 
rear. To this officer he spoke pri- 
vately of the desperate risks to be 
taken, and indicated the exact mo- 
ment at which he should strike the 
rear of the enemy. He was to leave 
Booneville by a wood road running westward. After a mile or more, 
he would reach a point in a covered lane where an old negro would 
be found to guide him to the point of attack. Sheridan's instruc- 
tions were so minute, and showed such perfect familiarity with the 
country, that he inspired unusual confidence in the officer to whom 
he had intrusted this dangerous errand. 

Thus early in Sheridan's career, did he give evidence of that won- 
derful power which was the keynote to his success as a soldier. Short 
as had been his stay in Booneville, he knew more of the country than 
the rebels themselves. Like Napoleon, he made it his first duty to 
memorize every foot of the territory that he might be called upon to 
defend or contest. All capable soldiers do this to a greater or less 
extent, but some have the geographical faculty better developed than 
others. Sheridan, as all his campaigns attest, had this important gift. 




GENERAL RUSSELL, A. ALGEB. 
{From a Recent Photograph.) 



268 Sheridan's first battle. 

He had not been twenty-four hours at Booneville before he had 
mapped in his mind every road, lane, farm, hill, or natural impediment 
that might play an important part in action. It was during a visit to 
the neighborhood of Waterloo, long before he confronted Napoleon, 
that Wellington owed his escape from the French after his defeat at 
Quatre Bras. Given equal numbers in combat, the man who knows 
his map best is almost certain to win the battle. Sheridan knew his 
by heart. He knew the character of the people and the nature of all 
his surroundings. The attack he was now called upon to resist found 
him thoroughly equipped with every possible resource, except men, 
that the craft and energy of a soldier could command. 

Besides a thorough knowledge of the country, he had a trusty scout 
who lived in the neighborhood — a light-complexioned, long-haired 
Mississippian, with a keen eye and a cadaverous form. Reticent and 
modest, this partisan had the confidence of both officer and men. To 
him w^as intrusted the conduct of Captain Alger's " forlorn hope " to 
the rendezvous where the negro waited. Nothing was left to chance. 
Captain Alger knew that the salvation of the whole command depended 
upon his courage, activity and vigor. Perhaps it w^as just as well that 
the men did not appreciate the madness of the undertaking. It takes 
more than ordinary courage for ninety-two men to assault 4,000, espe- 
cially when, as in this case, every chance was against them. They were 
to traverse an unknown country by divers roads, through deep w^oods, 
and they were to meet at the end of the march an overwhelming 
enemy, in the midst of a treacherous population. 

In this fearful emergency tactics and dash were the two important 
requisites of success. There must be no mistake as to the one and no 
lack of the other. As the men moved off*, Sheridan said to Captain 
Alger: 

" Don't dismount your men in any event ! Don't deploy them, or 
you will show the enemy the weakness of your force. Charge in 
column, and if possible, come through and join me. When you make 
the assault, shout and make all the noise possible. When I hear you 
I will strike them in front. I have carefully gauged the time, 
and whether I hear from you or not, in one hour I shall charge 
them." 

There were no cheers as the little band filed off through the deserted 
streets ; no outward sign that the sorely pressed commander was taking 
his last desperate chance for success. In the woods to the south and 
east the volleys still rang out defiantly ; but the deliberation of the 
rebels showed that they were confident of capturing the town and its 
defenders. With this possibility staring the " forlorn hope " in tlie 



CAPTAIN RUSSELL A. ALGER's FORLORN HOPE. 2G9 

face, it moved through the solemn pines, beyond the dark marshes, 
and over narrow plantation roads, the commander and his men 
impressed with the importance of the stroke they were to deal. It is 
an hour of terrible suspense, but the scout knows his road, and all 
comes to pass as Sheridan had planned. At the appointed place the 
negro is found, and under orders of Captain Alger, he guides them 
onward. The column has now turned eastward and is now moving 
upon the rear of the enemy. Every instant it draws nearer and nearer. 
Now comes the supreme moment. The troopers emerge from the 
sheltering woods. They are under the eyes of the compact masses of 
gray troopers that line the crest of the hilL The negro guide takes 
fright and runs away. 

" Forward men !" Captain Alger commands. 

In column of fours the audacious handful rush up the Blackland 
road from a point where the confederates have never dreamed of the 
presence of an enemy. In an instant they are in the group about the 
commander's headquarters. But there is no time for spoils, not even 
for prisoners. Beyond the hill is the point of attack. At the main 
line Alger dashes, leaving Captain Schuyler to look after those in 
and to the left of the road. 

At this time Sheridan had been counting the minutes. Each one 
seemed an hour. Human endurance was taxed to the uttermost. The 
young colonel was now realizing for the first time the intensity of 
Wellington's longing at Waterloo : 

" Oh for night or Blucher !" 

The hour had nearly passed and Captain Alger had given no sign. 
The enemy's line to the east w^as now deploying to surround the 
wagons, and the fire to the south was increasing. 

W^here was Alger ? There were no shots, no shouts ; none of the 
clamor that usually accompanies the onsets of cavalrymen. 

True to his promise, when the hand pointed to the last moment of 
the hour, Sheridan prepared for the charge. Just as he moved out for 
the final stroke, a train of cars came down the railroad and drew into 
Booneville, sounding its shrill whistle as a warning, and a welcome to 
those who were in battle. Every one in the Union lines knew that 
Sheridan had sent for reinforcements, and the arrival of the train 
thrilled the struggling soldiers with a new hope. They began to cheer, 
and the train men joined with a will. Sheridan made prompt use of 
the timely incident. He sent word to the engineer to keep up 
whistling, and to the train hands to cheer and make such clatter as 
would imply fresh men. The civilians took the hint. There was a 
pandemonium of yells and huzzas. 



SHERIDAN S FIRST BATTLE. 
DESPERATE CHARGE OF THE MICHIGAN AND IOWA TROOPERS. 

At this moment Sheridan swung his tired battalions into line. The 
men caught the inspiration of their commander and felt with him the 
responsibilities of the moment. Half a mile in front of them were 
the gray masses, moving in and out in busy preparation for the final 
onset. 

The scene on both sides was a spirited one, and to the Federal 
troops the moment was big with fate. But there was no time for 
reflection. Sheridan is in front. He shouts to his troops " Forward !" 
The squadrons sweep across the fields in close order. As they draw 
near, dropping shots from the confederate artillery and carbines einpty 
a saddle here and there. Still on they go. No one has thought for 
any but the enemy. The excitement of the charge thrills every 
nerve. The lust of battle shines in every eye. They draw closer and 
closer to the foe. Each blue-coat singles out his man, and with a crash 
as of meeting waters, and a yell as of contending demons, the two 
forces come together. The confederate line wavers and then breaks 
before the force of Sheridan's first charge. 

At this instant Alger's handful of men rushed upon the confederate 
rear. The attack was so unexpected that they were thrown into utter 
confusion. They broke at ever}^ point. Audacity and courage had 
won. But danger to the "forlorn hope" was not yet past. Sheridan 
had not seen nor heard of it, but the enemy had. Alger was not 
within " yelling " distance of his commander w^hen he attacked. His 
force had made noise enough, but it had all been drowned in the hor- 
rible confusion of the moment. The tumult of his own movement 
had drowned all the rest of the battle to Sheridan's ears. He knew 
that the confederate masses had broken in front of him, but he could 
not tell whether the shouts he heard were confederate or Union. He 
pushed on to see. Soon the situation was under his eye. His strata- 
gem had been successful. The " forlorn hope " had done its work and 
done it well, but in the confusion of the moment it was in a desperate 
scramble with the flying confederates. It was still beyond the reach 
of aid from Sheridan, and in a running fight with the enemy. As the 
confederates broke to the rear, they tried in their flight to punish the 
force in its way for its temerity. In the melee which then ensued each 
side sought to do all the damage it could to the other, while getting 
out of danger itself. Alger and his little command were rushing to 
the rear with as much speed as their enemy. They had emptied their 
revolvers into a confused mass of confederates which they had driven 
off by the roadside. 

Their ammunition was gone and they plied the sabre unsparingly. 



DESPERATE CHARGE OF THE MICHIGAN AND IOWA TROOPERS. 271 

The confederates were now on an equality with them, and in point of 
numbers, vastly their superior. But they pushed off the field, fighting 
as they ran. The race was a singular one, but serious as it was, it had 
its ludicrous aspects. Each side was trying to get away from the other 
and man by man they separated whenever a by-road or a bit of woods 
opened a chance for escape. Many a hand-to-hand conflict took place. 
Alger rode for a half a mile side by side with a confederate soldier, 
each emptying his revolver at the other without doing any injury. 
Just as Alger had finished his last shot, he was carried, partly by the 
antics of his fractious, lank, gray horse, so familiar to the men of his 
command, and partly by the ruse of those about him, beyond his own 
forces and into the timber, where the enemy was seeking shelter. His 
horse, now unmanageable, lan through the clustering branches, until 
a limb tore the luckless rider from his saddle, breaking his ribs as he 
swung violently against the tree. He had barely strength to parry a 
vicious blow from a flying cavalryman, as he fell into the thick under- 
brush, unconscious. How long he lay there he never knew; but when 
he recovered consciousness, all was quiet about him. The confederates 
had disappeared and so had his own command. He dragged himself 
from his shelter, crawled to the road, and had entered an open field 
when the clatter of horses' hoofs reached his ears. He thought it was 
the enemy's forces, and again concealed himself. But as they neared 
him he recognized them. They were from the Second Iowa. Sheridan 
had sent them out to seek for his body, for it was thought that he had 
been killed. Indeed, a number of the men having seen his helpless 
plight in the wild stampede, had reported him dead or captured. They 
put him on a horse and returned to camp. It was after dark when 
Sheridan greeted him with " Old fellow, you have done well." 

Then the two sat down to talk over the incidents of the remarkable 
engagement. Captain Alger lost more than half of his command, and 
the confederates were many more men short from the effects of Sheri- 
den's first charge. 

This day's work made Sheridan a brigadier-general before he had 
even been commissioned a colonel. Captain Alger was promoted to 
the rank of major for his gallant leadership of the " forlorn hope." It 
was a great day's work for both officers and men, and not only his own 
regiment, but the whole army was taught a wholesome respect for the 
soldierly qualities of Sheridan. 

This brilliant description is taken from Colonel Burr's " Life of 
Sheridan," by kind permission of the publishers, Messrs. J. A. & 
R. A. Reid. 



272 A DARING ADVENTURE. 

A DARING ADVENTURE. 



21f^T .was late in the summer of 1864 The veleran and heroic army 
y of Sherman had commenced in May that wonderful series of 
% battles and marches whicli lasted while the rebellion continued, 
and which were the fatal and finishing blows by which the 
rebellion was crushed. By degrees, and after marking every moun- 
tain pass and almost every mile with blood, the rebel army had been 
pushed back and dislodged from one position after another, till now 
they had settled sullenly around the doomed city of Atlanta. The 
cautious and able Johnson was displaced in favor of the madcap and 
brainless fighter, Hood, who, in the language of the insurgent chief, 
" was determined to strike one manly blow for Atlanta." While the 
antagonists lay thus at bay, and Sherman was perfecting the details 
of that splendid manoeuvre by which the stronghold became ours, a 
youthful soldier in the Union army, by the name of Ira B. Tuttle, 
with four of his men, performed a feat of military daring which equals 
the exploits of Morgan or any of the famous soldiers of the war. The 
small village of Villa Rica lies about twenty-seven miles south by 
west of Atlanta, and about ten miles south of Dallas ; near it is another 
little village, not inappropriately called Dark Corner. 

In this village of Villa Rica the rebel general had established a 
principal magazine of supplies. As the greater part of his force lay 
between that point and the Federals, he regarded the point as entirely 
safe, and had left no guard on the spot except a lieutenant-colonel, 
a captain and the sergeants detailed to deliver the subsistence stores 
to the army wagons as they came for them. Rebel camps were, in 
fact, all around the point, in front and in rear, not more than a mile 
distant. Tuttle and his four men, in their scouting adventures, had 
penetrated very near the place, and resolved on making a bold dash 
upon it, thus running an immense risk; while, on the other hand, 
they might inflict on the enemy a great loss, and make good their 
escape. Putting spurs to their horses, they rode directly up to the 
largest building, where fifty thousand bushels of corn and a large 
amount of bacon were stored. The officers and enlisted men at the 
magazine were taken wholly by surprise, not even having side arms. 
Tuttle made them mount their horses, while he and his men fired the 
buildings, and five wagons that were loaded with bacon for the army. As 
soon as the flames were well started, he ordered his five prisoners to 
ride on in front, while he with his four men rode behind, with hands 
on their pistols. 



CLEANING OUT THE ALABAMA GUERIIILLA.S. 273 

As they rode away with their prisoners, the smoke of the burning 
storehouses was observed at the rebel camp a mile distant, and men 
were seen rushing to save the stores, if possible. But it was too late. 
The material was highly combustible, the weather hot and dry, and 
water w^as distant. While the astonished rebels were, running toward 
the fire, in the vain hope of " saying their bacon," Tuttle and his 
brave companions, who had the fear of Andersonville before their 
eyes, put spurs to their horses, and drove their five prisoners before 
them into the Union camp. 



CLEANING OUT THE ALABAMA GUERRILLAS. 




JURING the spring of 1862, North Alabama was thrown into 
a terrible state of excitement by the report, which rapidly 
gained credence, that General Hardee would be compelled 
to abandon the line of defences on Duels: River, as he had 
already done the line on the Tennessee. 

The confederate army, broken, dispirited, and almost demoralized, 
passed Huntsville, and scarcely halting, took the cars for Corinth, at 
which point the Federal army was concentrated under the matchless 
leadership of Grant. Buell was craftily seeking to out-general the 
confederates and hurl his magnificent army upon the same point. In 
this he was perfectly successful. To accomplish this end, he sent the 
impetuous Mitchell down on Huntsville with one of the best appointed 
divisions in the West. His march was one continued success, and on 
the morning of the 11th day of April, 1862, he charged the town, cap- 
turing a portion of the rear guard of the rebel army, besides an 
immense amount of military and other stores. 

While this retreat was being made by the confederates, the Union 
men suffered everything but death, and many of them suffered even 
that, for they died from the effects of exposure in hiding out in the 
mountains, or were killed in their numerous encounters with the 
guerrillas, who were continually on the alert to catch them and drag 
them to the army. 

PERSECUTION OF THE UNIONISTS. 

Gurley's, DeMorse's, Davis', Tom Pike's and Long's guerrillas infested 
the country at this time, visiting every house, searching every hiding 
place to find men subject to military duty. Often a single one of them 
would pass from house to house, in some impenetrable disguise, in 
order to see if the men were at home, or ascertain where they were 



274 CLEANING OUT THE ALABAMA GUERRILLAS. 

secreted. Sometimes he would go to a man's house and tell his family 
a pitiful tale of persecution, avow the most heartfelt Union sentiments, 
and beg to be fed ; then, affecting to be alarmed for his safety, or to be 
overcome by fatigue, he would beg the people to show him some hid- 
ing place. Perhaps he would be secreted in the same old house, in the 
same loft, or under the same floor; or taken to the same mountain cave 
in which was hidden a father, a husband or a brother. 

No sooner would the desired information be obtained, than it would 
be dispatched to some guerrilla chief, and in an unexpected moment 
the unhappy man would be surprised and dragged away in irons to 
the conscript prison ; or, if the least resistance were offered or a flight 
attempted, he would be shot down in the presence of an agonized 
family. Should he by chance have some reputation as a politician 
and a Union man, more frequently they would hang him to the nearest 
tree ; sometimes even in his own door-yard. How many widows, how 
many orphans these murdering miscreants made, only God in heaven 
can know. 

Gathering in small parties, or scattering singly through the moun- 
tains, the Union men hid themselves and prayed for the day when 
the Union army should deliver them. Often the echoes of the moun- 
tains would be awakened by the deep-mouthed baying of the blood- 
hounds running on the track of some unlucky fugitive, who was 
almost sure to be caught or killed when these merciless messengers 
were let loose on him. 

Two of my neighbors, says a noted Unionist of that region, named 
Hedges and Glenn, were hiding with me one day in the mountains on 
Hurricane Creek, when we were suddenly surprised by six of De 
Morse's men. We were well armed, and so were they ; w^e retreated 
into the mouth of the small cave, where we were in the habit of hiding. 
The guerrillas must have thought that we were only indifferently 
armed, for they advanced boldly and called upon us to come out and 
surrender. 

FIGHT AT THE CAVE. 

The cave was situated upon a high ledge of rock, with a narrow shelf 
or " bench " traversing the face of the ledge in front of our cave. The 
guerrillas advanced along that shelf in file, for it was too narrow for 
two to walk abreast, until they arrived within a few yai'ds of the cave, 
when they ordered us to come out or they would *' smoke us out." We 
knew that this was no idle threat, for they often carried the means for 
" smoking" caves with them. There were three alternatives for us to 
choose from, viz : to come out and surrender and be dragged away to 



FIGHT AT THE CAVE. 275 

the conscript prison, to stay in the cave and be suffocated with smoke 
and eventually be killed or captured, or to fight. I chose the latter, 
and the other two agreed to fight if I would fire the first shot; to this 
I agreed, and we sallied out, and on turning an abrupt angle in the 
cliff, I came Upon the foremost one. The path ran in such a zigzag 
shape that I was on him before he had time to resist. When I first 
got sight of him his head was turned and he was speaking to a comrade 
behind him, when I reached out suddenly, caught him b}'^ the collar 
of the coat, and gave him a quick jerk towards me, which had the effect 
to throw him off his balance, and his gun slipping from his hand, went 
clattering down the face of the cliff into the deep gorge below. 
Grasping the projecting rock with my right hand to steady myself, 
with my left I swung him around the angle of the rock and threw him 
on the ground. 

"Spare my life! I will surrender!" he shouted. "0 men, don't 
kill me ! 0, spare me, spare " 

"Silence, villain, or I will hurl you over the cliff." 

As I pulled this man round the point, Hodges and Glenn thrust 
their guns be3'ond me and fired, and the next instant a man bounded 
off the cliff in plain view, and fell crashing through the branches of 
the trees below. It was a terrible sight; we could see one side of his 
face, which seemed to be shot away. Crash, crash, he went, as he fell 
from bough to bough, and at last struck the rocks below with a violence 
that must have crushed every bone in his bod}^ for the sound echoed 
through the cliffs with a dull thud as loud as the report of a gun. We 
had no time to look after him, however, for now the other four engaged 
our attention. Hastily they fired their guns at random around the 
projecting rock at us, and fled along the giddy precipice, steadying 
themselves by laying their hands upon the rocks as they ran. Drawing 
our pistols we pursued ; as w^e were mountaineers, while they were 
from the level country about Nashville, we had a decided advantage 
in that aerial sort of chase. Presently, on coming to a narrow place 
in the path, where it was obstructed by a huge rock, we fired a pistol 
shot, when another of their number staggered, dropped his gun, 
clutched wildly at the air, and fell headlong over the cliff with one 
last fearful yell, and in an instant was crashing through the projecting 
scrub growth below. 

" Hold, hold, men, we will surrender ; don't kill us," the others 
plead. 

"Throw down your guns," I yelled. 

" We will ; we are your prisoners, and will do whatever you tell us 
to." 



276 CLEANING OUT THE ALABAMA GUERRILLAS. 

"All right, then ; toss those guns over the cliff there, for we don't 
want them." 

" We will," said one, and suiting the action to the word, they each 
tossed over the cliff a gun which went clanging to the bottom ; as they 
fell two of them were discharged, and their contents whizzed past us 
high up into the air. When this was done, I bade one of my comrades 
go back and bring our other prisoners. He did so, and then we 
marched them along before us until we got to a place wide enough for 
one of us to pass them without danger, where we halted, and putting 
one man before and two behind them, we marched back to the cave in 
the cliff. When we had entered the cave we struck a light, having 
many conveniences there, as it was an old hiding place. This was the 
first time it had been discovered ; even now it must have resulted more 
from accident than design. 

THE FOUR GUERRILLA PRISONERS. 

The light flashed up and revealed four pretty solid-looking men, 
rather past the meridian of life, for their hair and beards were thickly 
sprinkled with gray. They were sun-browned from exposure, and 
appeared to have seen hard service. They were strangers in our part 
of the country, for they did not seem to know any of us, nor did we 
remember to have ever seen any of them before. In order to satisfy 
myself upon this point, I stood out before them in the glare of the 
light and said : 

" Gentlemen, look at me, do you know me ?" 

They scanned my features closely, but shook their heads ; they were 
badly frightened, and two of them trembled perceptibly. Thinking 
that it might be to my advantage to make an imposing impression, I 
said a little roughly : 

"So you don't know me? Then I will tell you who I am; I am 
Wild Paul, the king of the mountain." They looked in mute astonish^ 
ment at me ; I could see that they were sorely frightened ; " and now, 
sir," I continued, addressing one of them, " what is your name ?■" 

" Thomas Couch," he faltered. 

"And yours?" addressing another. 

" Hiram Davis, sir." 

"And yours?" 

" Abner Wilson," he answered, in a faint tone. 

" And your name ?" addressing the fourth and last man. 

" Is Samuel De Morse," he replied, defiantly. 

" Guerrillas /" I said, or rather hissed, for all the contempt I felt for 
them seemed to embody itself in that one word, which I believe means 



THE OATH OF ALLEGIANCE. 277 

a " petty warrior," in the Spanish language ; the termination Ula 
means diminutive, and at the same time is expressive of contempt. 

"Yes, guerrillas," he answered, somewhat proudly. 

" Well, now, Mr. Guerrilla, do you know what your fate is?" 

"Death, I suppose." 

"Very right, sir; unless you accept your lives on my conditions." 

" Name them," he said. 

" You must take an oath of allegiance to the United States of 
America, and you must swear never to reveal this hiding place or 
the names of any of these men, or speak of this affair to any living 
soul or " 

"What!" he gasped. 

" You shall surely die," I continued, looking every man in the eye 
as I slowly scanned each face. 

" Give us a little time to consider?" he said 

" Five minutes," I answered, looking at my watch, and stepping to 
the mouth of the cave. I placed my forefingers in my mouth and 
gave a shrill whistle, as though for a signal. The guerrillas whispered 
together for a few moments, when three of them turned to me, and one 
said ; 

" We accept your terms, and will take the oath." 

"And you," I said, turning to De Morse, " what have you to say?" 

" That I defy you," and his lip writhed in a scornful smile. 

" Very well, sir," I said ; " it is a free thing, you have your choice." 

" Do your worst," he said. 

" Be patient, sir; there is time enough to shoot a thousand traitors 
before night." I was astonished at my own heartlessness, in thus 
cavilling with a man whom self-preservation imperatively demanded 
me to kill. 

"Hodges," I said, addressing a comrade, "keep your eye upon that 
man while 1 attend to these;" then producing a small memorandum, 
I tore out a blank leaf, and with a pencil wrote the following oath of 
allegiance : 

THE OATH OF ALLEGIANCE. 

"We, the undersigned citizens of Davidson County, Tennessee, do 
hereby swear, that we will bear true faith and allegiance to the United 
States of America for the rest of our natural lives; and that we will 
defend them from all enemies and opposers whomsoever, under any 
and all circumstances ; and we also swear that we will never reveal the 
whereabouts of this cave, nor the name of any man concerned in thia 
capture to any living soul ; and also that we will ever befriend these 



278 CLEANING OUT THE ALABAMA GUERRILLAS. 

men who have captured us ; and this we do solemnly swear, withowt 
any equivocation or mental reservation whatever, in the presence of 
Almighty God." 

After reading it to them, I said : " What do you say, men, will you 
swear?" and immediately they answered: 

" We will." 

" Then take off your hats and holdup your right hands;" and I 
again read the oath, and one of them responded : 

" I do, in the name of God," and his words were taken up and re- 
peated by the other two. 

" Now, men," I said, "you will sign this oath, and you will be at 
liberty." One of them signed the oath in a tolerably legible hand, and 
the others made their marks after their comrade had written their 
names, for they were unable to write. " You can go now or stay with 
us, just as you please. 

"And now, sir, Mr. De Morse, I would have a few words with you," 
I said, turning to the remaining guerrilla. " Why do I find you fol- 
lowing my track like a hound, seeking for my blood ; you do not even 
recognize me, now that we have met. Tell me, sir, for I would know 
who it was that set you on my track !" 

" That I will never tell you," he answered, as he returned my look 
with a steady gaze. 

" As you please," I said ; " but you will rue the day that you fell 
upon this unlucky errand. You have refused my mercy ; you have 
shown me by refusing to accept mercy that you never grant it your- 
self; but tell me why it is that you choose the life of a guerrilla in 
preference to that of a soldier in the field." 

" That I will with pleasure. It is because I do not care to follow 
the hardships of a soldier's life, nor to submit to the rigid discipline 
of the army ; still I desire to serve my country to the extent of my 
ability. It is a free and easy devil-may-care life, full of fun and frolic, 
and not a little adventure. We hang upon the rear of a column of 
Yankees, pick off stragglers, bushwhack pickets, capture isolated wagon 
trains, tear up railroad tracks, interrupt their communications, fire 
into railroad trains, capture couriers, catch conscripts and deserters, 
penetrate the enemy's lines and obtain information, and various other 
things too tedious to mention ; but all of which have a tendency to 
cripple the enemy, besides giving us a chance to make a little extra 
once in a while. We are independent and free, and that is what we 
most desire. We serve our country for the love of country, and we 
boast among our numbers the proudest chivalry of the land." 

" And let me add, you are a band of midnight assassins and mur- 



THE OATH OF ALLEGIANCE. 279 

derers ; stealing upon railroad trains, and firing upon defenceless non- 
combatants, women and children, all fare equally in that; a brave 
deed truly, and those women and children your own people — perhaps 
those women are the wives of Southern soldiers, and those their 
children. You think that is chivalry, do you ?" 

*' It is the fate of war, and is to be deplored ; but we must cripple 
the enemy." 

" It is the fate of war, is it? You track Union men to their hiding 
places as you did me, and smoke them out and murder them in cold 
blood, or drag them away to the conscript-pen to be sent to the field 
and shot down like dumb beasts by men who are better friends to 
them to-day than the men who force them into this unholy war, and 
lead them when they are there. It is chivalry, is it, to drag away 
husbands and fathers to fight in a cause for which they have no 
sympathy, and leave their wives and children to starve, or to live 
from the bounty of the government that you are seeking to overthrow; 
and this you call chivalry ?" 

" We are not responsible for consequences ; we must do our duty." 
" Very well, sir, and I must do mine ; follow me. Glenn, keep a 
sharp eye on him." 

" Don't you intend to give me a chance for my life, at all ?" 
** Give you a chance, certainly; take the oath I offered you." 
" No, by my soul I'll die first ; you may do your worst." 
"Young man, 3^ou had better reflect; I cannot turn you loose to 
watch my footsteps day and night, and finally to catch me unaware 
some time, perhaps to capture me, or send me to the other world. No, 
sir, if you were a soldier and possessed of a soldier's honor, I might 
offer you different terms." 

At this moment a step was heard outside the cave ; a man was adv 
vancing toward us with long, rapid strides; he was familiar with the 
spot, for turning the angle of the rock, he walked into the cave in the 
off-hand manner of a familiar friend. 

" Ho, Perry, is that you? I am glad to see you," I said, and, ex- 
tending my hand, welcomed him back to the cave, as did Hodges and 
Glenn. The three paroled men stood aloof from us in the end of the 
cave, while the guerrilla confronted me. As soon as Perry's eyes be- 
came accustomed to the light, for he had recognized us more by voice 
than sight, he started as if an adder had stung him, and shouted, "Sam 
De Morse ! Oh, thanks for this," and before we could divine his inten- 
tion, he drew a pistol from his belt ; the guerrilla saw the motion, and 
knew the man ; with the quick instinct of self-preservation he bounded 
for the door ; but ere he reached it Perry caught a running sight of his 



280 CLEANING OUT THE ALABAMA GUERRILLAS. 

body, and fired; with one last desperate bound the guerrilla reached 
the cliff and fell headlong upon its very brink. With a loud yell of 
delight Perry sprang to the writhing form, and placing his foot against 
the guerrilla's side, he spurned him from the cliff, and with a wild 
shriek he went whirling down the frowning chasm. 

Then turning to us, he said, " How did that man come here?" 

We briefly explained the affair, when he went on to explain his own 
sanguinary conduct. 

" You never heard me mention the affair, perhaps, for it is a sad 
story, and one that almost drives me mad as it comes into my mind. 
I had a bright eyed boy, a pet child, hung to death by that villain, 
and I swore not to rest, day or night, until I had avenged the death of 
that child. I had been hiding out in the hills on Harpeth river to 
keep from being dragged away to the army, and this child, my oldest 
boy, was the only person that knew where I was concealed. The little 
fellow was manly, far beyond his years, for it was he who used to 
wander out alone and bring out provisions to eat, and I should have 
starved many a time had it not been for his ingenuity in getting me 
food unobserved. One day this De Morse, with a squad of his men, 
went to my house, and after threatening my wife until she had con- 
vulsions, they took my little innocent boy out into the hills, and 
threatened to hang him if he did not tell where I was hidden. The 
child refused, for he said they would kill his pa; they then put a rope 
around his neck, and throwing the other end over a limb, they hauled 
him up and kept him there a full minute, when they let him down 
and revived him. They then stormed at and cursed him as a little 
villain, and told him if he did not tell where his father was hid, they 
would hang him for good. It is my opinion that his throat was hurt 
so badly that he could not speak, for it don't stand to reason that a 
child could have such resolution ; they could get him to tell nothing, 
so they pulled him up again. This time they held him up till the 
child's limbs ceased to move, when they let him down ; they tried to 
revive him but they could not — my boy was dead ! The whole affair 
was witnessed by an old negro man and his daughter ; but what of 
that? their evidence would not be received in any court in a slave state. 
They were hoeing in a field near by ; but they were afraid to approach 
as there was no other help near. That man, De Morse, ordered the 
child hung; I am satisfied now; I have had revenge enough; but 
there were a dozen concerned in the affair, but I hope I may never 
meet them, for I am afraid it will go hard with them. Oh, I can't for- 
give them for hanging my child ; I have tried, and I can't do it." 

His words had made a deep impression on us ; we now remembered 



A sharpshooters' duel. 281 

heai'ing of the affair just after it occurred. The strong man leaned 
against the rocks and wept great scalding tears of grief. Presently we 
rallied, and all of us re-entered the cave. Our new-made friends seemed 
frightened when we went in again, but when we assured them of our 
friendship, and gave them the privilege of going their way or remaining 
with us, they asked a little time to consider the matter. 

That night we all sallied out to the foot of the cliff and found the 
dead bodies, and placing them in the head of a ravine, we covered 
them with a pile of loose stones and such other rubbish as we could 
gather with our hands ; we gathered up the fragments of the guns, 
ascended the mountain, and took a narrow trail, which we followed for 
nearly a mile, until we came to an old shanty built of logs that had 
at one time been occupied by one of my slaves, who used to herd my 
cattle in the mountains ; entering it, we closed the door and Glenn 
struck a light, and I raised up a loose board in the floor, and there, in 
a hole scooped out in the ground was a large basketful of provisions, 
which I lifted out, uncovered, and bade my comrades eat. The basket 
had been placed there by my boy, Jep, who often used that place to 
hide provisions for me. After a very hearty supper, and a long con- 
versation with our paroled men, in which they fully satisfied us that 
their intentions were good, they decided to cast their fortunes with us 
until better times; we all stretched ourselves on the floor of the cabin 
and indulged in a sound sleep. 



A SHARPSHOOTERS' DUEL. 




DISTINGUISHED duel occurred on the battle-field of Fort 
Donelson, between one of Col. Birge's sharpshooters and a 
crack shot inside the enemy's fortifications. Both fired 
accurately, but both concealed their persons as much as 
possible, and endeavored to deceive each other by putting their hats on 
their ramrods, and thrusting their coats from behind the fortifications 
or trees. Whatever was exposed, almost invariably received a bullet ; 
but the two were so wary and skillful that it seemed they might fire 
until doomsday without danger to either. About four o'clock in the 
afternoon, however, the rebel, forgetful of prudence, thrust his head over 
the breastworks, thinking, no doubt, as his enemy had not fired for five 
minutes, that he might be dead. The movement was fatal. His head 
was not exposed five seconds, but in that brief period the sharpshooter's 
ball passed into the rebel's brain, and stretched him out a corpse, before 
the unfortunate fellow had been able to determine where his enemy 
was lurking, or by whose hand he was destined to fall. 



282 



DEATH OF COLONEL E, D. BAKER, 



DEATH OF COLONEL E. D. BAKER. 



|T was a gloomy night in Washington. One of the unexpected 
ll and heart-chilling disasters which befell the Union arms in 
li the early history of the war had that day happened at Ball's 
Bluff (October 21, 1861). Our forces had been routed and 
slaughtered, and the gallant Colonel Baker, who had left the Senate- 
chamber to lead his splendid California Regiment to the war, had 
fallen, dying instantly, pierced at the same second by seven bullets. 
This was a national loss. His place in the army, in the Senate, in the 




COLONEL EDWARD D. BAKER. 



hearts of the people of California and Oregon, in the admiration of hi? 
companions-in-arms in Mexico, and in the realms of eloquence, would 
remain vacant. No man living was invested with all these rare and 
great attributes in so eminent a degree. The apparently w^ell-founded 
suspicion that he had fallen a victim to the foulest treason subse- 
quently mingled the intensest indignation with inconsolable grief for 
his cruel and untimely death. 

It was late in the evening when the news reached Willard's; but a 
large crowd was still there, among whom, as always, were many well- 
known public men. In those days secession was more popular in 



DEATH OF COLONEL E. D. BAKER. 283 

Washington than it has since been or is likely ever to become again. 
Not only was some slimy spy lurking within earshot of every man 
worth tracking, but there were scores of strong sympathizers with the 
rebellion, who caught with avidity the first rumor of disaster to the 
national arms. 

These abettors and agents of Davis wore the mask as closely as 
they could — although the habitues of the capital could tell them at a 
glance, and, by an instinct of loyalty nearly infallible, knew when one 
of them entered the room; yet on some occasions the sudden announce- 
ment of bad news for our cause threw them off their guard, and the 
gleam of fiendish delight flashed from their faces. 

" Baker was killed at Ball's Bluff this afternoon." 

Never did news transform men's countenances quicker. One class 
received it with blank amazement and horror, the other with 
demoniac exultation. 

Words fell which neither party could restrain ; and the blood of the 
coolest began to boil when they heard the murdered Baker's name 
insulted. A movement was made which bolder men than traitors 
would not have attempted to resist. The villains started, by a common 
impulse, for the two doorways, or that mosaic pavement would have 
worn another color within ten seconds. A minute later, the place was 
cleansed ; the unclean spirits had gone out ! — all but one, perhaps. 

A very red-faced, stalwart man, who had stood by and seen all that 
had been going on without saying a word, finally remarked, with a 
very determined air, that " as for himself he didn't care much about 
the fight. He lived on the Lower Mississippi, and the people down 
his way could take care of themselves. As long as they owned the 
Mississippi, the d — d abolitionists could make all the muss they pleased. 
We hold the Gulf of Mexico, and the Northwest and the Yankees 
may be d — d." 

A very tall, lean, awkward, bony-looking man sidled quietly up to the 
Mississippian, and, putting his nose, by a stoop, quite close to his face, 
said, in unmistakable /cw- Western brogue: 

" Look here, stranger," and gently emphasizing his remark by taking 
the stranger's left ear between his thumb and finger; "now you may 
not know it, but I live in Minnesoty, and we make that Mississippi 
water you call yourn, and we kalkilate to use it some." 

The stranger's hand moved pretty quick for a side-pocket, but not 
quite quick enough. I saw a rnovement, I heard a blow, and the blood 
spattered surrounders slightly. In less time than such enterprises 
usually require, the stranger had fallen heavily on the marble floor, 
striking his head against an iron column, and remaining in a con- 



284 AN INCIDENT OF KOMNEY. 

dition which rendered it desirable to have his friends look after him, 
if he had any. 

The Western gentleman was congratulated — when he apologized. 
" I didn't want to hurt the feller, and I didn't care about his bowie- 
knife going through me, nother. But the tarnal traitor must let the 
old country alone, and i^artickilarly that big river. We want to use 
that thar, out West." 

Baker's body was brought across the Potomac the evening he fell. 
It rested all day, and then by ambulance was conveyed to Washington, 
and carried through the same hospitable doorway of his friend Colonel 
Webb, from whose steps I had parted with him as he mounted his 
horse and gave us his warm, earnest hand only two or three mornings 
before ! Oh, how radiant was his face ! how athletic and symmetrical 
his form ! how unsullied his ambition ! how pure his devotion to God 
and country ! 

" God spare his life, at least !" we said, as we saw him disappear 
around the corner ! This prayer Heaven could not grant. 

The following day, when the last preparations for the tomb had been 
made, we w^ent to gaze once more, and forever, on what of earth re- 
mained of the form which so lately enshrined the noble spirit. 

" Then mournfully the parting bugle bid 
Its farewell o'er the grave." 

California claimed her hero and statesman, and his ashes now repose 
on the calm shore of that ocean which washes the western base of the 
empire for whose glory he lived and died. His body lies in Lone 
Mountain Cemetery, near the city of San Francisco. 



AN INCIDENT OF ROMNEY. 




^HILE the National forces were standing under the enemy's 
fire, on the day of the battle of Romney, Va., and the 
shot and shell were flying in every direction around us, 
a little incident occurred which is worthy of notice. 
Captain Butterfield, of the Eighth Ohio Regiment, (being one of 
the ranking captains), acted as major upon that occasion, and was 
obliged to ride upon an old sorrel horse, which had been used as a 
team horse, and required both spurs and whip, which the Captain had 
provided himself with, the latter cut from a tree and about five feet long. 
It was found that our small six-pound guns would not reach the 
enemy's battery, and Colonel Mason ordered Captain Butterfield to 



CAVALRY FIGHT AT BEVERLY FORD. 285 

bring forward a brass twelve-pounder which was in the rear. Off sped 
the old sorrel and his brave rider, and in a few moments up came the 
gun. Its position was assigned and it was made ready for the match, 
but the captain came dashing back in front of the gun, and the smell 
of powder, or something else, had made the old sorrel almost unman- 
ageable, for in trying to wheel him from the front of the gun the more 
the captain applied the whip and spur, the more the old sorrel would 
not go. This kept the gunners in terrible suspense, for much depended 
upon that shot. Finally, the captain finding his efforts to move his 
steed fruitless, he sang out at the top of his voice, " Never mind the 
old horse, blaze away ;" and, sure enough they did blaze away, and it 
caused the rebels to limber up their battery and take to their heels. 
At that moment orders came to charge, and off dashed the old sorrel^ 
frightened at the noise of the explosion which had scorched his tail^ 
and mingled in the charge. He was lost to view until he arrived in 
the town, where he was brought to a halt, and Captain Butterfield, 
standing in his stirrups, with his cap flying, cheered for the glorious 
victory that had been achieved. 



CAVALRY FIGHT AT BEVERLY FORD. 



^T was the prettiest cavalry fight that you ever saw," said the 
adjutant, stretching his legs, and lighting a fresh cigar. 

11^ " It was just my luck to lose it," I answered. " Here have I 
been lying, growling and grumbling, while you fellows have 
been distinguishing yourselves. It was miserable to be taken sick just 
when the army got in motion, and still worse not to hear a word of 
what was going on. I almost wished that we had been a newspaper 
regim^ent, so that I could learn something about our share in that day's 
work. Be a good fellow, and play reporter for my benefit. Freshen 
hawse, as the nautical novelist says, and begin." 

"Well, we were lying at Warren ton Junction, making ourselves as 
comfortable as possible after the raid, when, on the morning of the 8th 
of June, the whole division was ordered out in the very lightest 
marching order. That night we lay close to Kelly's Ford, in column 
of battalions, the men holding their horses as they slept, and no firea 
being lighted. 

" At four o'clock on the morning of the 9th we were again in motion, 
and got across the ford without interruption or discovery. Yorke, 
with the third squadron, was in advance, and as we moved he managed 
so well that he bagged every picket on the road. Thus we had got 



286 CAVALRY FIGHT AT BEVERLY FORD. 

almost upon the rebel camp before we were discovered. We rode right 
into Jones' brigade, the First Jersey and First Pennsylvania charging 
together ; and before they had recovered from the alarm we had 150 
prisoners. The rebels were then forming thick upon the hillside by 
the station, and they had a battery playing upon us like fun. Martin's 
New York Battery on our side gallo2)ed into position, and began to 
answer them. Then Wyndham formed his whole brigade for a charge, 
except a squadron of the First Maryland, left to support the battery. 
Our boys went in splendidly, keeping well together, and making 
straight for the rebel battery on the hill behind the station. Wyndham 
himself rode on the right, and Broderick charged more toward the left, 
and with a yell we were on them. We were only 280 strong, and in 
front of us was White's battalion of 500. No matter for that. Wynd- 
ham and Broderick were leading, and they were not accustomed to 
count odds. 

" As we dashed fiercely into them, sabre in hand, they broke like a 
wave on the bows of a ship, and over and through them we rode, 
sabering as we went. We could not stop to take prisoners, for there in 
front of us was the Twelfth Virginia, 600 men, riding down to support 
White. By Jove, sir, that was a charge! They came up splendidly, 
looking steadier than w^e did ourselves after the shock of the first 
charge. I do not know whether Wyndham was still with us, or if he 
had gone to another regiment; but there was Broderick, looking full 
of fight, his blue eyes in a blaze, and his sabre clenched, riding well 
in front. At them we went again, and some of them this tim,e met us 
fairly. I saw Broderick's sabre go through a man, and the rebel gave 
a convulsive leap out of his saddle, falling senseless to the ground. It 
seemed but an instant before the rebels were scattered in every direc- 
tion, trying now and then to rally in small parties, but never daring 
to await our approach. 

" Now, there were the guns plain before us, the drivers yelling at their 
horses, and trying to limber up. We caught one gun before they could 
move it, and were dashing after the others, when I heard Broderick 
shouting in a stormy voice. I tell you, it w^as a startling sight. 
The fragments of White's battalion had gathered together toward the 
left of the field, and w^ere charging in our rear. The First Mar3^1and 
was there, and Broderick w^as shouting at them in what their colonel 
considered a ' very ungentlemanly manner,' to move forward to the 
charge. At the same time two fresh regiments, the Elevei.Ji Virginia, 
and another, were coming down on our front. Instead of dashing at 
White's men, the First Maryland wavered and broke, and then we 
were charged at the same time in front and rear. We had to let the 



CAVALRY FIGHT AT BEVERLY FORD. 287 

guns go, and gather together as well as possible to cut ourselves out. 
Gallantly our fellows met the attack. We were broken, of course, by 
the mere weight of the attacking force, but, breaking them up too, the 
whole field was covered with small squads of fighting men. I saw 
Broderick ride in with a cheer, and open a way for the men. His 
horse went down in the melee ; but little Wood, the bugler of Company 
G, sprang down, and gave him his animal, setting off himself to catch 
another. A rebel rode at the bugler, and succeeded in getting away 
his arms before help came. As Wood still went after a horse, another 
fellow rode at him, 

" The boy happened at that moment to see a carbine where it had 
been dropped after firing. He picked up the empty weapon, aimed it at 
the horseman, made him dismount, give up his arms, and start for 
the rear. Then he went in again. Lucas, Hobensack, Brooks and 
Beekman charged with twelve men into White's battalion. Fighting 
hand-to-hand they cut their way through, but left nine of the men 
on the ground behind them. Hughes w^as left almost alone in a crowd, 
but brought himself and the men with him safe through. Major Shel- 
mire was seen last lying across the dead body of a rebel cavalryman. 
None of us thought anything of two-to-one odds, as long as we had a 
chance to ride at them. It was only when we got so entangled that 
we had to fight hand-to-hand that their numbers told heavily. It was 
in such a place that I lost sight of Broderick. The troop horse that 
he was riding was not strong enough to ride through a knot of men, 
so that he had to fight them. He struck one so heavily that he was 
stunned by the blow, but his horse was still in the way ; swerving to 
one side, he escaped a blow from another, and, warding off the thrust 
of a third, managed to take him with his point across the forehead ; 
just as he did so, however, his sabre, getting tangled with the rebel's, 
was jerked from his hand. 

" He always carried a pistol in his boot. Pulling that out, he fired 
into the crowd, and put spurs to his horse. The bullet hit a horse in 
front of him, w^hich fell. His own charger rose at it, but stumbled, 
and as it did Broderick himself fell, from a shot fired within arm's 
length of him 'and a sabre stroke upon his side. 

" I saw all this as a man sees things at such times, and am not 
positive even that it all occurred as I thought I saw it; for I was in 
the midst of confusion, and only caught things around by passing 
glimpses. You see I was myself having as much as I could do. The 
crowd with whom Broderick was engaged was a little distance from 
me; and I had just wheeled to ride up to his help when two fellows 
put at me. The first one fired at me and missed. Before he could 



288 CAVALRY FIGHT AT BEVERLY FORD. 

again cock his revolver I succeeded in closing with him. My sabre 
took him just in the neck, and must have cut the jugular. The blood 
gushed out in a black-looking stream ; he gave a horrible yell and fell 
over the side of his horse, which galloped away. Then I gathered up 
my reins, spurred my horse, and went at the other one. I was riding 
that old black horse that used to belong to the signal sergeant, and it 
was in fine condition. As I drove in the spurs it gave a leap high in 
the air. That plunge saved my life. The rebel had a steady aim at 
me; but the ball went through the black horse's brain. His feet 
never touched ground again. With a terrible convulsive contraction 
of all his muscles the black turned over in the air, and fell on his 
head and side stone dead, pitching me twenty feet high. I lighted on 
my pistol, the butt forcing itself far into my side ; my sabre sprung 
out of my hand, and I lay, with arms and legs all abroad, stretched 
out like a dead man. Everybody had something else to do than to 
attend to me, and there I lay where I had fallen. 

" It seemed to me to have been an age before I began painfully to 
come to myself; but it could not have been many minutes. Every 
nerve was shaking; there was terrible pain in my head, and a numb- 
ness through my side which was even worse. Fighting was still going 
on around me, and my first impulse was to get hold of my sword. I 
crawled to it and sank down as I grasped it once more. That was 
only for a moment ; for a rebel soldier seeing me move, rode at me. 
The presence of danger roused me, and I managed to get to my horse, 
behind which I sank, resting my pistol on the saddle and so contriving 
to get an aim. As soon as the man saw that, he turned off without 
attacking me. I was now able to stand and walk ; so, holding my 
pistol in one hand and my sabre in the other, I made my way across 
the fields to where our battery was posted, scaring some with my pistol 
and shooting others. Nobody managed to hit me through the whole 
fight. When I got up to the battery I found Wood there. He sang 
out to me to wait and he would get me a horse. One of the men, who 
had just taken one, was going past, so Wood stopped him and got it 
for me. 

" Just at that moment White's battalion and some other troops came 
charging at the battery. The squadron of the First Maryland, who 
were supporting it, met the charge well as far as their numbers went ; 
but were, of course, flanked on both sides by the heavy odds. All of 
our m.en who were free came swarming up the hill, and the cavalry 
were fighting over and around the guns. In spite of the confusion 
and even while their comrades at the same piece were being sabred^ 
the men at that battery kept to their duty. They did not even look 



CAVALRY FIGHT AT BEVERLY FORD. 28& 

up or around, but kept up their fire with unwavering steadiness. 
There was one rebel, on a splendid horse, who sabred three gunners 
while I was chasing him. He wheeled in and out, would dart away 
and then come sweeping back and cut down another man in a man- 
ner that seemed almost supernatural. We at last succeeded in driving 
him away, but we could not catch or shoot him, and he got off without 
a scratch. 

" In the meantime the fight was going on elsewhere. Kilpatrick's 
brigade charged on our right. The Second New York did not behave 
as well as it has sometimes done since, and the loss of it weakened us 
a great deal. The Tenth New York, though, went in well, and the 
First Maine did splendidly, as it always does. In spite of their 
superior numbers (Stuart had a day or two before reviewed thirty 
thousand cavalry at Culpepper, according to the accounts of rebel 
oflQcers), we beat them heavily, and would have routed them com- 
pletely if Duffie's brigade liad come up. He, however, was engaged 
with two or three hundred men on the left ; the aide-de-camp sent to 
him with orders was wounded and taken prisoner. 

" So now, they bringing up still more reserves, and a whole division 
of theirs coming on the field, we began to fall back. We had used 
them up so severely that they could not press us very close, except in 
the neighborhood of wher« the Second New York charged. There 
some of our men had as much as they could do to get out, and the 
battery had to leave three of its guns. We formed in the woods 
between a quarter and half a mile of the field, another moved back to 
cover the left of Buford, who was in retreat toward Beverly Ford. Hart 
and Wynkoop tried hard to cover the guns that were lost, but they had 
too few men, and so had to leave them. The rebels were terribly 
punished. By their own confession they lost three times as many as 
we did. In our regiment almost every soldier must have settled his 
man. Sergeant Craig, of Company K, I believe, killed three. Slate, 
of the same company, also went above the average. But we lost 
terribly. Sixty enlisted men of the First Jersey were killed, wounded 
or missing. Colonel Wyndham was wounded, but kept his saddle; 
Lieutenant-Colonel Broderick and Major Shelmire were killed ; Lieu- 
tenant Brooks was wounded ; Captain Sawyer and Lieutenant Crocker 
were taken prisoners ; and I, as you see, have had to come in at last 
and refit. 

, " I have spun you a pretty long yarn, and you must feel pretty tired ; 
but when the memory of the fight comes over me I get almost as 
enthusiastic and excited as when it was going on. I am so proud of 
the regiment, officers and men, that I am almost sorry for the promo- 



290 THE EVACUATION OF RICHMOND. 

lion that takes me out of it. Of course, I have had to be egotistical, 
and tell you what occurred to myself, as that was to me the most 
intensely interesting; but I do not want you to fancy that I think I 
did any better, or fought any harder than the others. In fact, I know 
that most of the others did a good deal more than I did ; but not 
having seen it, of course I could not describe their share of the fight 
quite so well as that which occurred in my own neighborhood and to 
my own person." 



THE EVACUATION OF RICHMOND. 




|URING the conflagration the scene in the city is said to have 
been perfectly appalling. The sound of bursting shells in 
the government arsenals, the roar of the flames, the volcano* 
like eruptions caused by the upheaval of immense masses 
•of debris through the explosion of powder in the laboratory, arsenals 
and adjoining storehouses, the dense masses of smoke, the shrieks and 
yells of the populace, combined to make such an impression as can 
never be efiaced from the memory of any one who witnessed the fear- 
ful scene. Over the Bank of Virginia a handsome confederate flag 
floated, sometimes concealed by the cloucJs of smoke, at other times 
standing out against a clear sky over the leaping flames that vainly 
sought to gather it within their embrace ; and only when the massive 
walls of the structure fell in did the defiant emblem sink into the 
■crater beneath. There were but few flags flying when the Union 
troops entered, but shortly afterwards a great deal of star-spangled 
banner patched the sk}^ and it would seem, if the view in the perspec- 
tive be any evidence, that, as judged by the amount of Federal bunt- 
ing, Richmond must be a very " loyal " city. But three other " rebel " 
ensigns, beside that I have alluded to, I am informed, were visible at 
the time of the occupation of the city by the Federal soldiery. 

None of the buildings on Capitol Square were burned, although the 
structure used as the office of the confederate war department, directly 
opposite the capitol, was destroyed. St. Paul's church, which stands 
on Ninth Street, next to the site of the war department building, was 
untouched. In this church President Davis was sitting at the time 
General Lee's telegram, announcing the turning of the confederate 
right on the White Oak road, was received. The clergyman had nearly 
finished his sermon when" an orderly entered the church, passed 
straight to the president's pew, and handed to him the fatal dispatch. 
Mr. Davis immediately proceeded to the war department, thence to 



THE EVACUATION OF RICHMOND. 291 

the capitol, and thence to the Richmond and Danville Railroad depot, 
where he made the necessary preparations for the conveyance of his 
family to a place of safety. He remained in the city until near night- 
fall, when he left in the 5.30 train. Much of his household and per- 
sonal property was sent away several weeks since, and when he took 
his final departure from Richmond he had very little baggage with 
him. 

The success of the Federals on their left wing was made known to 
the entire population of Richmond within an hour from the time that 
Mr. Davis received the news, and from this moment until the occupa- 
tion of the city by the United States soldiery, incessant and indescrib- 
able confusion prevailed. During the forenoon of Sunday the town 
had been unusually quiet, the movement of scattered detachments of 
troops alone marring the stillness of the day. A little after noon 
people began to congregate in the streets, and knots grew rapidly in 
all the corners, crossings and sidewalks. Soon carts, trucks, drays, 
hay-ricks, ambulances, army wagons, vehicles, in short, of all descrip- 
tions, loaded with household goods and government stores, began to 
pour out of the alleys and by-ways into the main thoroughfares, and 
even on towards the South Side, the government wagons proceeding 
directly to the Danville depot. The alarm spread, and thousands of 
excited individuals, with arms full of property of all portable sorts, 
rushed headlong toward the vital avenue of escape. These were the 
persons who had determined to cast their fortunes with the confed- 
erate government, and hoped to save something, if only a little, from 
the general wreck. Others took the matter more coolly ; unable or 
unwilling to move, or having nothing to save, they preferred to trust 
to the mercies of the Northern soldiers. 

All that hot Sunday afternoon the streets were filled with gangs of 
negroes carrying bundles and boxes, articles of every imaginable 
character that might be transported on the shoulders or heads of men, 
rushing hither and thither, and adding to the general tremendous 
confusion by an incessant chorus of witless yells and outcries. The 
better class of the Richmond white population acted with what seemed, 
under the circumstances, extraordinary calmness, for, although they 
had expected the evacuation, they had one and all fondly hoped, 
even against hope, that they might be spared the last crushing humil- 
iation of giving up the city their friends and brethren in the trenches 
had so long and gallantly protected. Nobody went to bed on Sunday 
night. The streets were filled with masses of armed men, with long 
lines of government wagons, with hurrying citizens and laboring 
negroes, while the tumult was incessant. Long trains were constantly 



292 DEATH OP J. WILKES BOOTH. 

departing over the Danville road, and the shrill shriek of the locomo- 
tive whistle was almost continuous from night until morning. At 
the commissary depot, situated at the head of the government dock, 
heavy detachments of men were hard at work from two o'clock on 
Sunday afternoon until six o'clock on Monday morning, filling hun- 
dreds upon hundreds of government wagons with the stores provided 
for the great armies of Lee ; and a throng of men and women carrying 
baskets, pots, pans and utensils of all sorts, surrounded the buildings, 
waiting in frantic eagerness for the signal to help themselves. 

The banks were open all night and crowded with depositors 
anxiously waiting their turn to withdraw their specie; and closely 
guarded vans were loaded both here and at the treasury building 
with the government bullion, to be transported over the Danville 
road. Millions of dollars in confederate and State notes were cast 
into the streets, cut to pieces by order of the government officials and 
bank directors ; while bales of unsigned notes were scattered broad- 
cast all about the treasury building. There was nothing like the 
indiscriminate plundering which might have been expected in a city 
left to the care of its most lawless population. It is true that many 
persons amassed sudden wealth through their efforts in "saving" the 
goods devoted to destruction by the flames; but this property was, in 
many instances, ultimately restored to its owners. The confederate 
authorities adopted one very wise precaution against robbery and 
pillage. They efFectuaily prevented general drunkenness and riot by 
destroying all the commissary whiskey in the city. At the depot in 
the government dock two thousand barrels were turned into the river 
early on the morning of Monday ; and at other places great quantities 
of liquor were thrown upon the ground. 



DEATH OF J. WILKES BOOTH. 




[HE vision of a hard and grizzly countenance appears before 
me as I write these lines — the receding forehead crowned 
with sandy hair, the deep concavity of the long, insatiate 
jaws almost hidden by a dense red beard, a mouth betoken- 
ing stern decision, and searching eyes of spotted gray which pierce one 
through and through. It is the face of Colonel Lafayette C. Baker, 
chief of the United States Secret Service during the latter days of the 
war; a man who plaj^ed many perilous parts in that conflict, and the 
captor of the assassin of President Lincoln. Though many years 
have passed since this feared and trusted officer crossed the Dark 




Abraham J^ixcoln. 



DEATH OF J. WILKES BOOTH. 293 

River, the memory of his strongly marked visage haunts me still. 
His connection with the capture of Booth, the murderer of President 
Lincoln, has led me to make this preliminary mention of Colonel Baker. 

"When the murder occurred Colonel Baker was absent from Wash- 
ington. He returned on the third morning, and was at once brought 
by Secretary Stanton to join the hue and cry against the escaped 
Booth. The sagacious detective found that nearly 10,000 cavalry and 
one-fourth as many policemen had been meantime scouring, without 
plan or compass, the whole territory of southern Maryland. They 
were treading on each others' heels and mixing up the thing so con- 
foundedly, that the best place for the culprits to have gone would have 
been in the very midst of their pursuers. Baker at once possessed 
himself of the little the war department had learned, and started 
immediately to take the usual detective measures, till then neglected, 
of offering a reward, and getting out photographs of the suspected ones. 
He then dispatched a few chosen detectives to certain vital points, and 
awaited results. 

The first result was the capture of Atzeroth. Others, like the 
taking of Dr. Mudge, simultaneously occurred. But the district sus- 
pected being remote from the railway routes, and broken by no tele- 
graph station, the colonel, to place himself nearer the theatre of events, 
ordered an operator, with the necessary instrument, to tap the wire 
running to Point Lookout, near Chappell's Point, and send him prompt 
messages. 

The same steamer which took down the operator and two detectives, 
brought back one of the same detectives and a negro. This negro, 
taken to Colonel Baker's office, stated so positively that he had seen 
Booth and another man cross the Potomac in a fishing boat, while he 
was looking down upon them from a bank, that the colonel was at 
first skeptical ; but, when examined, the negro answered so readily 
and intelligently, recognizing the man from the photographs, that 
Baker knew at last that he had the true scent. 

Straightway he sent to General Hancock for twenty-five men, and 
while the order was going drew down his coast survey maps with that 
quick detective intuition amounting almost to inspiration. He cast 
upon the probable route and destination of the refugees, as well as 
the point where he would soonest strike them. Booth, he knew, would 
not keep along the coast, with frequent deep rivers to cross, nor, indeed 
in any direction east of Richmond, where he was liable at anj-- time 
to cross our lines of occupation ; nor, being lame, could he ride on 
horseback, so as to place himself very far westward of his point of 
debarkation in Virginia, But he would travel in a direct course from 



294 DEATH OF J. WILKES BOOTH. 

Bluff Point, where he crossed to eastern Maryland, and this would take 
him through Port Royal, on the Rappahannock river, in time to be 
intercepted there by the outgoing cavalry men. 

When, therefore, twenty -five men, under one Lieutenant Dougherty, 
arrived at his ofiice-door, Baker placed the whole under control of 
his former Lieutenant-Colonel, E. J. Conger, and of his cousin. Lieu- 
tenant L.B. Baker — the former of Ohio, the latter of New York, and bade 
them go with all dispatch to Belle Plain, on the Lower Potomac, there 
to disembark and scour the country faithfully around Port Royal, but 
not to return unless they captured their men. 

Quitting Washington at two o'clock P. M., on Monday, the detectives 
and cavalrymen disembarked at Belle Plain, on the border of Stafford 
County, at ten o'clock, in the darkness. Belle Plain is simply the 
nearest landing to Fredericksburg, seventy miles from Washington 
city, and located upon Potomac Creek. It is a wharf and warehouse 
merely, and here the steamer John S. Ide stopped and made fast, while 
the party galloped off in the darkness. Conger and Baker kept ahead 
riding up to farm-houses and questioning the inmates, pretending to 
be in search of the Maryland gentlemen belonging to the party. But 
nobody had seen the parties described, and after a futile ride on the 
Fredericksburg road, they turned shortly to the east, and kept up their 
baffled inquiries all the way to Port Conway, on the Rappahannock. 

On Tuesday morning they presented themselves at the Port Royal 
ferry, and inquired of the ferryman, while he was taking them over 
in squads of seven at a time, if he had seen any two such men. Con- 
tinuing their inquiries at Port Royal, they found one Rollins, a fisher- 
man, who referred them to a negro, named Lucas, as having driven 
two men a short distance towards Bowling Green, in a wagon. It was 
found that these men answered to the description. Booth having a 
crutch, as previously ascertained. 

The day before Booth and Harold had applied at Port Conway for 
the general ferry-boat, but the ferryman was then fishing, and would 
not desist for the inconsiderable fare of only tw^o persons ; but to their 
supposed good fortune a lot of confederate cavalrjanen just then came 
along, who threatened the ferryman with a shot in the head if he did 
not instantly bring across his craft and transport the entire party. 
These cavalrymen were of Mosby's disbanded command, returning 
from Fairfax Court House to their homes in Caroline county. Their 
captain was on his way to visit a sweetheart at Bowling Green, and he 
had so far taken Booth under his patronage, and when the latter was 
haggling with Lucas for a team, he offered both Booth and Harold 
the use of his horse to ride and walk alternately. 



DEATH OF J. WILKES BOOTH. 295 

This is the court-house town of Caroline county, a small and scat- 
tered place, having within it an ancient tavern, no longer used for 
other than lodging purposes; but here they hauled from his bed the 
captain aforesaid, and bade him dress himself. As soon as he com- 
prehended the matter he became pallid, and eagerly narrated the facts 
in his possession. Booth, to his knowledge, was then lying at the 
house of one Garrett, which they had passed, and Harold had departed 
the existing day with the intention of rejoining him. 

Taking this captain along for a guide, the worn-out horsemen 
retraced, though some of the men were so haggard and wasted with 
travel that they had to be kicked into intelligence before they could 
climb to their saddles. The objects of the chase thus at hand, the 
detectives, full of sanguine purpose, hurried the cortege so well along 
that by two o'clock early morning all halted at Garrett's gate. In the 
pale moonlight, three hundred yards from the main road, to the left, 
a plain, old farm-house looked grayly through the environing locusts. 
It was worn, and white-washed, and two-storied, and its half-human 
windows glowered down upon the silent cavalrymen like watching 
owls, which stood as sentries over some horrible secret asleep within. 

Dimly seen behind, an old barn, high and weather-beaten, faced the 
roadside gate, for the house itself lay to the left of its own lane ; and 
nestling beneath the barn a few long corn-cribs lay with a cattle shed 
at hand. 

In the dead stillness. Baker dismounted and forced the outer gate. 
Conger kept close behind him, and the horsemen followed cautiously. 
They made no noise in the soft clay, nor broke the all-foreboding 
silence anywhere, till the second gate swung open gratingly, yet even 
then nor hoarse nor shrill response came back, save distant croaking, 
as of frogs or owls, or the whiz of some passing night-hawk. So they 
surrounded the pleasant old homestead, each horseman, carbine in 
poise, adjusted under the grove of locusts, so as to inclose the dwelling 
with a circle of fire. After a pause. Baker rode to the kitchen door on 
the side, and dismounting, rapped and hallooed lustily. An old man, 
in drawers and night-shirt, hastily drew the bolts, and stood on the 
threshold, peering shiveringly into the darkness. 

Baker seized him by the throat at once, and held a pistol to his ear. 

"Who, who is it that calls me?" cried the old man. 

" Where are the men who stay with you ?" challenged Baker. " If 
you prevaricate, you are a dead man !" 

The old fellow, who proved to be the head of the family, was so 
overawed and paralyzed that he stammered and shook and said not a 
word. 



296 DEATH OF J. WILKES BOOTH. 

" Go light a candle," cried Baker sternly, " and be quick about it." 

The trembling old man obeyed, and in a moment the imperfect 
rays flared upon his whitening hairs, and bluishly pallid face. Then 
the question was repeated, backed up by the glimmering pistol. 
** Where are these men ?" 

The old man held to the wall, and his knees smote each other. 
" They are gone," he said. " We haven't got them in the house ; I 
assure you that they are gone." 

In the interim Conger had also entered, and while the household 
and its invaders were thus in weird tableaux, a young man appeared, 
as if he had risen from the ground. The eyes of everybody turned 
upon him in a second ; but, while he blanched, he did not lose 
loquacity. " Father," he said, " we had better tell the truth about the 
matter. Those men whom you seek, gentlemen, are in the barn, I 
know. They went there to sleep." Leaving one soldier to guard the 
old man — and the soldier was very glad of the job, as it relieved him 
of personal hazard in the approaching combat — all the rest, with 
cocked pistols at the young man's head, followed on to the barn. It 
lay a hundred yards from the house, the front barn door facing the 
west gable, and was an old and spacious structure, with floors only a 
trifle above the ground level. 

The troops dismounted, were stationed at regular intervals around 
it, and ten yards distant at every point, four special guards placed to 
command the door, and all with weapons in ample preparation, while 
Baker and Conger went direct to the door. It had a padlock upon it, 
and the key of this Baker secured at once. In the interval of silence 
that ensued, the rustling of planks and straw was heard inside, as of 
persons rising from sleep. 

At the same moment Baker hailed : 

" To the persons in this barn I have a proposal to make. We are 
about to send in to you the son of the man in whose custody you are 
found. Either surrender to him your arms and then give yourselves 
up, or we'll set fire to the place. We mean to take you both, or to 
have a bonfire and a shooting match." 

No answer came to this of any kind. The lad, John M. Garrett, w^ho 
was in deadly fear, was here pushed through the door by a sudden 
opening of it, and immediately Lieutenant Baker locked the door on 
the outside. The boy was heard to state his appeal in under tones. 
Booth replied. 

" you. Get out of here. You have betrayed me.** 

At the same time he placed his hand in his pocket as for a pistol. 
A remonstrance followed ; but the boy slipped on and over the re- 



DEATH OF J. WILKES BOOTH. 297 

opened portal, reporting that his errand had failed, and that he dare 
not enter again. All this time the candle brought from the house to 
the barn was burning close beside the two detectives, rendering it easy 
for any one within to have shot them dead. This observed, the light 
was cautiously removed, and everybody took care to keep out of its 
reflection. By this time the crisis of the position was at hand ; the 
cavalry exhibited very variable inclinations, some to run away, others 
to shoot Booth without a summons, but all excited and fitfully silent. 
At the house near by, the female folks were seen collected in the door- 
way, and the necessities of the case provoked prompt conclusions. 
The boy was placed at a remote point, and the summons repeated by 
Baker : 

" You must surrender inside there. Give up your arms and appear. 
There's no chance for escape. We give you five minutes to make up 
your mind." 

A bold, clarion reply came from within, so strong as to be heard at 
the house door: 

" Who are you, and what do you want with us?" 

Baker again urged : 

" We want you to deliver up your arms, and become our prisoners." 

" But who are you ?" hallooed the same strong voice. 

" That makes no difference. We know who you are, and we want 
you. We have here fifty men, armed with carbines and pistols. You 
cannot escape." 

There was a long pause, and then Booth said : 

" Captain, this is a hard case, I swear. Perhaps I am being taken 
by my own friends." 

No reply from the detectives. 

"Well, give us a little time to consider." 

" Very well. Take time." 

Here ensued a long and eventful pause. What thronging memories 
it brought to Booth we can only guess. In this little interval he made 
the resolve to die. But he was cool and steady to the end. Baker, 
after a lapse, hailed for the last time : 

" Well, we have waited long enough ; surrender your arms and come 
out, or we'll fire the barn." 

Booth answered thus: 

" I am but a cripple, a one-legged man. Withdraw your forces 100 
yards from the door, and I will come. Give me a chance for my life, 
captain. I will never be taken alive." 

" We did not come here to fight, but to capture you. I say again 
appear, or the barn shall be fired." 



298 DEATH OF J. WILKES BOOTH. 

Then, with a long breath, which could be heard outside, Booth cried, 
in sudden calmness, still invisible, as were to him his enemies : 

" Well, then, my brave boys, prepare a stretcher for me." 

There was a pause repeated, broken by low discussions within 
between Booth and his associate, the former saying, as if in answer to 

some remonstrance or appeal, " Get away from me. You are a 

coward, and mean to leave me in my distress ; but go, go. I don't 
want you to stay. I won't have you stay." Then he shouted aloud : 

** There's a man inside who wants to surrender." 

" Let him come, if he will bring his arms." 

Here Harold, rattling at the door, said: "Let me out; open the 
door ; I want to surrender." 

" Hand out you arms, then." 

" I have not got any." 

" You are the man who carried the carbine yesterday; bring it out." 

" 1 haven't got any." 

This was said in a whining tone, and with an almost visible shiver. 
Booth cried aloud at this hesitation : 

" He hasn't got any arms ; they are mine, and I have kept them." 

" Well, he carried the carbine, and must bring it out." 

" On the word and honor of a gentleman, he has no arms with him. 
They are mine, and I have got them." 

At this time Harold was quite up to the door, within whispering 
distance of Baker. The latter told him to put out his hands to be 
handcuffed, at the same time drawing open the door a little distance. 
Harold thrust forth his hands, when Baker, seizing him, jerked him 
into the night, and straightway delivered him over to a deputation of 
cavalrymen. The fellow began to talk of his innocence and plead so 
noisily that Conger threatened to gag him unless he ceased. Then 
Booth made his last appeal in the same clear, unbroken voice : 

" Captain, give me a chance. Draw off your men and I will fight 
them singly. I could have killed you six times to-night, but I believe 
you to be a brave man, and would not murder 3'ou. Give a lame man 
a show." 

It was too late for parley. All this time Booth's voice had sounded 
from the middle of the barn. 

Ere he ceased speaking. Colonel Conger slipped around to the rear, 
drew some loose straws through a crack, and lit a match upon them. 
They were dry, and blazed up in an instant, carrying a sheet of smoke 
and flame through the parted planks, and heaving in a twinkling a 
world of light and heat upon the magazine within. The blaze lit up 
the black recesses of the great barn till every wasp's nest and cobweb 



DEATH OF J. WILKES BOOTH. 299 

in the roof were luminous ; flinging streaks of red and violet across 
the tumbled farm-gear in the corner, ploughs, harrows, hoes, rakes, 
sugar-mills, and making every separate grain in the high bin adjacent 
gleam like a mote of precious gold. They tinged the beams, the up- 
right columns, the barricades, where clover and timothy, piled high, 
held toward the hot incendiary their separate straws for the funeral 
pile. They bathed the murderer's retreat in a beautiful illumination, 
and while in bold outline his figure stood revealed, they rose like an 
impenetrable wall to guard from sight the hated enemy who lit them. 

Behind the blaze, with his eye to a crack, Conger saw Wilkes Booth 
standing upright upon a crutch. He likens him at this instant to 
his brother Edwin, whom, he says, he so much resembled that he half 
believed, for the moment, the whole pursuit to have been a mistake. 
At the gleam of the fire Booth dropped his crutch and carbine, and 
on both hands crept to the spot to espy the incendiary and shoot him 
dead. His eyes were lustrous like fever, and swelled and rolled in 
terrible beauty, while his teeth were fixed, and he wore the expression 
of one in the calmness before frenzy. In vain he peered, with ven- 
geance in his look; the blaze that made him visible concealed his enemy. 
A second he turned glaring at the fire as if to leap upon it and 
extinguish it, but it had made such headway that this was a futile 
impulse, and he dismissed it. As calmly as upon the battle-field a 
veteran stands amidst the hail of ball, and shell, and plunging iron, 
Booth turned at a man's stride and pushed for the door, carbine in 
poise, and the last resolve of death, which we name despair, sat on his 
high, bloodless forehead. 

And so he dashed, intent to expire not unaccompanied. A disobe- 
dient sergeant, Corbett, at an eyehole drew upon him the fatal bead. 
The barn was all glorious with conflagration, and in the beautiful ruin 
this outlawed man strode like all that we know of wicked valor, stern 
in the face of death. A shock, a shout, a gathering up of his splendid 
figure as if to overtip the stature God gave him, and John Wilkes 
Booth feel headlong to the floor, lying there in a heap, a little life 
remaining. 

" He has shot himself," cried Baker, unaware of the source of the 
report, and rushing in he grasped his arm to guard against any feint 
or strategy. A moment convinced him that further struggle with the 
prone flesh was useless. Booth did not move, nor breathe, nor gasp. 
Conger and the two sergeants now entered, and taking up the body 
they bore it in haste from the advancing flames and laid it without 
upon the grass, all fresh with heavenly dew. 

" Water," cried Conger, " bring water." 



300 DEATH OF J. WILKES BOOTH. 

When this was dashed into his face he revived a moment and 
stirred his lips. Baker put his ear close down and heard him say: 

"Tell mother — and — die — for my country." 

They lifted him again, the fire encroaching in hotness upon them, 
and placed him on the porch before the dwelling. 

A mattress was brought down, on which they placed him and 
propped his head, and gave him water and brandy. The women of 
the household, joined meantime by another son, who had been found 
in one of the corn-cribs, watching, as he said, to see that Booth and 
Harold did not steal the horses, were nervous, but prompt to do the 
dying man all kindnesses, although waved sternly back by the detec- 
tives. They dipped a rag in brandy and water, and this being put 
between Booth's teeth, he sucked it greedily. When he was able to 
articulate again, he muttered to Col. Baker the same words, with an 
addenda: "Tell mother I died for my country. I thought I did for 
the best." Baker repeated this, saying at the same time, "Booth, do 
I repeat it correctly?" Booth nodded his head. By this time the 
grayness of dawn was approaching; moving figures inquisitively 
coming near were to be seen distinctly, and the cocks began to crow 
gutturall}^ though the barn by this time was a hulk of blaze and ashes, 
sending towards the zenith a spiral line of dense smoke. 

The women became importunate at this time that the troops might 
be ordered to extinguish the fire, which was spreading toward their 
precious corn-cribs. Not even death could banish the call of interest. 
Soldiers were sent "to put out the fire, and Booth, relieved of the 
bustle around him, drew near to death apace. Twice he was heard 
to say, " Kill me, kill me." His lips often moved, but could com- 
plete no appreciable sound. He made a motion once, which the 
quick eye of Conger understood to mean that his throat pained him. 
Conger put his finger there, when the dying man attempted to cough, 
but only caused the blood at his perforated neck to flow more lively. 
He bled very little, although shot quite through, beneath and behind 
the ears, his collar being severed on both sides. 

A soldier had been meanwhile dispatched for a doctor, but the route 
and return was quite six miles, and the assassin was sinking fast. Still 
the women made efforts to get to see him, but were always rebuffed, 
and all the brandy they could find was demanded b}^ the assassin, 
who motioned for strong drink every two minutes. He made fre- 
quent desires to be turned over, not by speech, but by gesture, and he 
was alternately placed upon his back, breast and side. His tremen- 
dous vitality evidenced itself almost miraculously. Now and then his 
heart would cease to throb, and his pulse would be as quiet as a dead 



BEATH OF J. WILKES BOOTH. 301 

man's. Directly life would begin anew, the face would flush up 
effulgently, the eyes open and brighten, and soon relapsing, stillness 
reasserted, would again be dispossessed by the same magnificent 
triumph of man over mortality. Finally the fussy little doctor 
arrived, in time to be useless. He probed the wound to see if the ball 
were not in it, and shook his head sagely, and talked learnedly. 

Just at his coming Booth had asked to have his hands raised and 
shown him. They were so paralyzed that he did not know their 
location. When they were displayed, he muttered, with a sad lethargy, 
" Useless, useless." These were the last words he ever uttered. As he 
began to die the sun rose and threw its beams over the tree-tops. It 
was at a man's height when the struggle of death twitched and 
lingered in the fading bravo's face. His jaw drew spasmodically and 
obliquel}^ downward ; his eyeballs rolled to"vyard his feet, and began 
to swell ; lividness, like a horrible shadow, fastened upon him, and 
with a sort of gurgle and sudden check, he stretched his feet and 
threw his head back and gave up the ghost. 

They sewed him up in a saddle blanket. This was his shroud — too 
like a soldier's. Harold, meantime, had been tied to a tree, but was 
now released for the march. Colonel Conger pushed on immediately 
for Washington ; the cortege was to follow. Booth's only arms were 
his carbine, knife and two revolvers. They found about him bills of 
exchange, Canada money and a diary. A venerable old negro living 
in the vicinity had the misfortune to possess a horse. This horse was 
the relic of former generations, and showed by his protruding ribs 
the general leanness of the land. He moved in an eccentric amble, 
and when put upon his speed was generally run backwards. To this 
old negro's horse was harnessed a very shaky and absurd wagon, 
which rattled like approaching dissolution, and each part of it ran 
without any connection or correspondence with any other part. It 
had no tail-board, and its shafts were sharp as famine; and into this 
mimicry of a vehicle the murderer was to be sent to the Potomac 
river, while the man he had murdered was moving in state across the 
mourning continent. The old negro geared up his wagon by means 
of a set of fossil harness, and when it was backed to Garrett's porch, 
they laid within it the discolored corpse. The corpse was tied with 
ropes around the legs, and made fast to the wagon side. 

Harold's legs were tied to stirrups, and he was placed in the centre 
of four murderous-looking cavalrymen. The two sons of Garrett 
were also taken along, despite the sobs and petitions of the old folks 
and women, but the rebel captain who had given Booth a lift, got off 
amidst the night's agitations, and was not rearrested. So moved the 



302 ©EATH OF J. WILKES BOOTH. 

cavalcade of retribution, with death in its midst, along the road to 
Port Royal. When the wagon started. Booth's wound, now scarcely 
dribbling, began to run anew. It fell through the crack of the wagon, 
and fell dripping upon the axle, and spotting the road with terrible 
wafers. It stained the planks and soaked the blankets; and the old 
negro, at a stoppage, dabbled his hands in it by mistake; he drew 
back instantly, with a shudder and stifled expletive, " Gor-r-r, dat '11 
never come off in de world ; it's murderer's blood." He wrung his 
hands, and looked imploringly at the oflScers, and shuddered again ; 
" Gor-r-r, I wouldn't have dat on me for tousand, tousand dollars !" 

The progress of the team was slow, with frequent danger of ship- 
wreck altogether, but toward noon the cortege filed through Port Royal, 
where the citizens came out to ask the matter, and why a man's body, 
covered with sombre blankets, was going by with so great escort. They 
were told that it was a wounded confederate, and so held their tongues. 
The little ferry, again in requisition, took them over by squads, and 
they pushed from Port Conway to Belle Plain, which they reached in 
the middle of the afternoon. All the way the blood dribbled from the 
corpse in a slow, incessant, sanguine exudation. The old negro was 
niggardly dismissed with two paper dollars. The dead man untied 
and cast upon the vessel's deck, steam gotten up in a little while, and 
the broad Potomac shores saw this skeleton ship flit by, as the bloody 
sun threw gashes and blots of unhealthy light along the silver surface. 

All the way associate with the carcass went Harold, shuddering in 
so grim companionship, and in the awakened fears of his own 
approaching ordeal, be3^ond which loomed already the gossamer 
fabric of a scaffold. 

At Washington, high and low turned out to look on Booth. Only 
a few were permitted to see his corpse for purposes of recognition. It 
was fairly preserved, though one side of the face was distorted, and 
looked blue like death, and wildly bandit-like, as if beaten by 
avenging winds. 

Finally, the secretary of war, without instructions of any kind, com- 
mitted to Colonel Lafayette C. Baker, of the Secret Service, the stark 
corpse of J. Wilkes Booth. The Secret Service never fulfilled its voca- 
tion more secretly. " What have you done with the body?" said I to 
Baker. " That is known," he answered, " to only one man living 
besides myself. It is gone, I will not tell you where ; the only man 
who knows is sworn to silence ; never till the great trumpeter comes 
shall the grave of Booth be discovered." And this is true. On the 
27th of April, 1865, a small row-boat received the carcass of the mur- 
derer ; two men were in it ; they carried the body off into the darkness, 



A WONDERFUL RECOVERY. 303 

and out of that darkness it will never return ; in the darkness, like his 
great crime, may it remain forever ; impalpable, invisible nondescript, 
condemned to that worse than damnation — annihilation. 

The river bottom may ooze about it laden with great shot and 
drowning manacles. The earth may have opened to give it that 
silence and forgiveness which man will never give to its memory. 
The fishes may swim around it, or the daisies grow white above it ; 
but we shall never know. Mysterious, incomprehensible, unattainable, 
like the dim times through which we live, and think upon it as if we 
only dreamed them in a perturbed fever ; the assassin of a nation's 
head rests somewhere in the elements, and that is all ; but if the indig- 
nant seas or the profaned turf shall ever vomit this corpse from their 
recesses, and it receives Christian burial from some one who does not 
recognize it, let the last words those decaying lips ever uttered be 
carved above them with a dagger, to tell the history of a young and 
once promising life — useless ! useless ! 



A WONDERFUL RECOVERY. 




|N a cold day about the close of 1862, a pitiful sight was 
witnessed by the writer. A batch of prisoners, just released 
(by exchange) from Belle Isle, had reached Washington. 
Among them was one poor young fellow whose appearance 
was more that of a corpse than of a living man. He was literally 
reduced to skin and bones ; eyes dull and heavy, cheeks sunken and 
ashen — quaking and trembling in every limb — it seemed impossible 
that he should live from hour to hour. He was met by his father and 
brother, and by them escorted to his home. The extreme emaciation 
and deathlike appearance of this ex-prisoner was so marked, even 
among hundreds of other physical wrecks, that the writer made 
inquiry about him, and learned that he was Private W. 0. Johnson, 
of the Fourth New Jersey Volunteers. We are informed that he after- 
wards recovered, in a great measure, his former health and strength, 
but no one who saw him that day would have imagined that he had 
twenty-four hours to live. 

This is one case among a thousand equally sad. Although many 
years have passed since the occurrence above related, I can still see 
as vividly as ever, the hopeless, pleading faces of the silent sufferers, 
and my blood boils with indignation even at this late day, and in spite 
of my efforts to forgive and forget. 



304 BATTLE OF THE MULES. 

BATTLE OF THE MULES. 




[HERE was a ludicrous side to the very bloody battle of 
Wauhatchie, described on page 435 of this volume. During 
the height of this engagement a lot of mules belonging to 
Hooker's army became terrified by the awful din and shock 
of battle, and stampeded in the direction of the enemy. Rushing 
pell-mell through the woods and fields the terrified mules encountered 
a part of Longstreet's forces, who, mistaking the stampede for a cav- 
alry dash in force, fled in disorder leaving the mules masters of the 
situation. The humor of the scene has been neatly embalmed in 
verse, as follows : 

CHARGE OF THE MULE BRIGADE. 
Forward, the mule brigade ; 
Was there a mule dismayed ? 
Not when the long ears felt 

All their ropes sundered. 
Theirs not to make reply — 
Theirs not to reason why — 
Theirs but to make them fly — 

Broke the two hundred. 

Mules to the right of them — 
Mules to the left of them — 
Mules all behind them — 

Pawed, neighed and thundered ; 
Breaking their own confines — 
Breaking through Longstreet's lines, 
Testing chivalric spines ; 
Into the Georgia troops 

Stormed the two hundred. 

Wild all their eyes did glare, 

Whisked all their tails in air, • 

Scattering the chivalry there, 

While the world wondered ; 
Not a mule back-bestraddled, 
Yet how they all skedaddled. 

Scattered and sundered I 

When can their glory fade? 
Oh, the wild charge they made! 

Not a mule blundered. 
Homor the charge they made! 
Honor the Mule Brigade, 

Long-eared two hundred ! 



THE BATTLE OF ANTIETAM. 




SHADOW of gloom seemed to rest upon the National 
cause during the early autumn days of 1862. After 
more than a year of bloody conflict the cause of the 
Union seemed to be all but hopeless, and there were 
many loyal and true men who felt that the contest had 
better be abandoned. The Army of the Potomac had 
not only failed to accomplish the results that had been 
promised, but it was now practically out of existence as a distinct 
body, and the exultant rebels were literally knocking at the gates of 
Washington. Two months before, the Army of the Potomac had been 
lying before Richmond, with every prospect of taking speedy possession 
of the confederate capital ; but now it had been driven steadily back 
through Virginia and lay, in a merely defensive attitude, behind the 
fortifications of Washington, The Army of Virginia, which had 
promised to do what the Array of the Potomac had failed to accom- 
plish, was in an exactly similar plight. No v^onder that hope lay 
dead in the Northern heart. 

But, while this sentiment of despair prevailed widely throughout 
the North, there were enough resolute hearts to keep alive the fires of 
patriotism ; enough sources of revenue untouched to renew the " sinews 
of war ;" so that the Union cause, though imperilled, was not by any 
means desperate. 

The withdrawal of Pope's army had left Lee a clear field, and he 
decided to make a bold stroke for victory. Two plans were open for 
him — to make a direct assault upon the defenses of the National cap- 
ital, or to cross over into Maryland and assail the National rear. Lee 
adopted the latter course as the easier of accomplishment; besides, 
there were many who thought that the presence of a large confederate 
force in that State at this juncture would be followed by the secession 
of the State, and thus, both directly and indirectly, benefit the cause 
of the Confederacy. 

Lee crossed the Potomac, near Point of Rocks, on the 4th and 5th 
of September, 1862, and encamped upon the fertile plains surrounding 
Frederick. He issued a stirring proclamation to the people of Mary- 
land, which was intended to enlist their sympathy and support; but 
this was a dismal failure. The governor of Maryland instantly issued 

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306 



THE BATTLE OF ANTIETAM. 



a call for volunteers to repel the invaders, and Governor Curtin, of 
Pennsylvania, did likewise. In a few hours seventy-five thousand 
new troops crowded Harrisburg and Washington, but still the boastful 
confederates expressed their determination to press on to Philadelphia 
and dictate terms of peace under the shadow of the old Liberty Bell 
in Independence Hall. 




MAJOR-GENERAL GEORGE B. MC CLELLAN, 

{Fro»t a IVar Time Photograph.) 

General McClellan, who had been placed at the head of the recon- 
structed army, was ordered to pursue and intercept Lee. He set hia 
columns in motion, and by September 12th was at Frederick, having 
marched in haste by five nearly parallel roads. McClellan's army, 
comprising his own old forces and those of Burnside and Pope, num- 
bered almost 88,000 effective men. By the most wonderful good 
fortune, McClellan captured a copy of Lee's general orders for this 



AT SOUTH MOUNTAIN. 307 

campaign, the possession of which was of priceless value to the Union 
commander. Lee's plan was undoubtedly bold, and might have been 
successful had not IMcClellan learned thus early of his exact plans. 

As it was, the confederates were surj)rised beyond measure when 
they beheld the bold lines of blue streaming down the western side of 
the Catoctin Hills on the morning of September 14th. This apparition 
caused Lee to abandon his aggressive policy for one of self-preservation, 
for he saw that his original plan of invasion was now impracticable. 

AT SOUTH MOUNTAIN. 

The rival forces came in collision on the morning of the 14th. 
McClellan knew that the garrison at Harper's Ferry was sorely dis- 
tressed, and earnestly tried to press forward to its relief, while Lee, 
anxious to hold him back until Harper's Ferry should be captured, 
made a desperate resistance. 

The advance guard of Burnside's column came upon the enemy at 
a little bridge not far from Middletown, and forced the confederates, 
under D. H. Hill, steadily back up the mountain, where he endeavored 
to make a stand by fortifying the three roads leading through Turner's 
Gap. But Burnside's troops drove Hill before them, the boys of Reno's 
corps, under Cox, Rodman, Sturgis and Wilcox, doing wondrous fight- 
ing. At one o'clock the National forces had Hill pretty well in hand, 
and an hour later Hooker's corps came up and struck the confederates 
on their left. About this time Longstreet came upon the field and took 
command, but the battle w^as practicallj' decided. The fighting had 
been desperate all day, and continued far into the night. At nine 
o'clock the battle ceased, the last scene being the gallant assault of 
Gibbon's brigade upon the confederate center. The Nationals had 
won a complete victory, but the loss was heavy and the death of 
the gallant Reno was a serious blow to the cause. 

While this struggle was in progress at Turner's Gap, Franklin was 
driving the rebel general Cobb from Crampton's Gap, six miles further 
south. His force comprised the flower of the volunteers from Pennsyl- 
vania, New York and New Jersey, and, after a sharp action of three 
hours' duration, they sent Cobb flying down the western slope of the 
mountain, leaving four hundred prisoners, three thousand stand of 
arms, and some cannon behind. 

Meantime, Harper's Ferr}'- had fallen, and Lee was massing his 
forces on the west bank of Antietam creek. He knew the danger of 
engaging in a great battle with a wide river in his rear, but after all 
his boasts he could not gracefully recross the Potomac without, at 
least, one general engagement. 



308 



THE BATTLE OF ANTIETAM. 



BATTLEFIELD OF ANTIETAM. 

The view from the crest of South Mountain, looking west, is beau- 
tiful in the extreme, especially when the early frosts are tinging the 
forests with hues of flame. Westward, some ten to twelve miles, rolls 
the dark current of the Potomac in its tortuous bed. Midway flows 




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MAP OF THE ANTIETAM BATTLE-GROUND. 



the Antietam creek, which, flowing almost due south, enters the Poto* 
mac eight miles above Harper's Ferry, forming with that river an 
irregular acute angle. Between the two streams is a "flat-iron" 
shaped space, widening toward the north. On this space was fought 
the great battle of Antietam. 

From the western bank of Antietam creek the ground rises boldly 
to an elevation of considerable height, the hillside being composed of 



BATTLE-FIELD OF ANTIETAM. 309 

cultivated fields and groves of timber ; from the crest the surface slopes 
toward the Potomac in rugged, rocky masses. Near the center of this 
" triangle," and just west of the central ridge, lies the little town of 
Sharpsburg. 

When the Union advance reached the eastern margin of Antietam 
creek the army of Lee was found to be well posted behind the summit 
of the ridge on the opposite side of the creek. Lee was actually waiting 
for the arrival of reinforcements from Harper's Ferry, but he made 
such a show of strength that McClellan was deceived, and delayed the 
attack until the 17th. 

The intervening day was passed without an important incident, 
neither side apparently being ready for action. During the day the 
whole of the Union army came upon the scene, except Franklin's com- 
mand, which did not arrive from Pleasant Valley until the following 
day. But Lee was also reinforced by Jackson, who brought with him 
nearly the whole rebel force that had been operating at Harper's 
Ferry ; so that the day's delay gave McClellan no advantage. 

Longstreet held the confederate right, his right flank resting in a 
curve of the Antietam. Next, to the left, was D. H. Hill, and then a 
division commanded by Hood, whose line formed an angle extending 
across and commanding the Hagerstown road. From this point 
Jackson's troops extended to the Potomac, in reserve, supported by 
Stuart with cavalry and artillery. Walker's two brigades were on 
Longstreet's right. Lee's headquarters were on the hill where the 
National Cemetery is now. 

McClellan's forces were placed as follows : on the right, near bridge 
No. 1, Hooker's Corps ; to the left of Hooker came Sumner. Porter's 
corps held the center, opposite bridge No. 2, and Burnside was on the 
left, commanding bridge No. 3. Mansfield was stationed in the rear 
of Hooker. 

McClellan's idea was to fight this battle with his right wing. Burn- 
side to strike the enemy's right after the rebel left had been demor- 
alized by the first onset, and thus " roll up " the confederate line from 
right to left, at the same time throwing Porter's corps upon the center. 
Had Burnside carried out his part of the programme on time, the 
army of Lee might never have recrossed the Potomac ; but for some 
reason the demonstration on the enemy's right was too long delayed, 
and eventually failed in its purpose. 

During the afternoon of the 16th Hooker crossed the creek at bridge 
No. l,with his entire corps, the divisions being commanded by Ricketts, 
Meade and Doubleday. Mansfield was ordered to follow Hooker in 
the morning, and Sumner was to cross at daylight and support 
Hooker's attack. 



810 THE BATTLE OF ANTIETAM. 



HOOKER S ATTACK ON JACKSON. 



Hooker encountered no opposition, and after crossing the creek he 
advanced in a southerly direction as far as the Miller house, where a 
sharp engagement occurred late in the afternoon between Meade's 
Pennsylvania Reserves and the advance guard of the enemy. This 
contest lasted until dark, when the confederates fell back, while 
Hooker's troops rested on their arms on the field they had won. Green 
and Williams, of Mansfield's corps, had successfully transferred their 
divisions across Antietam creek, and rested for the night on the 
Poffenberger farm. 

At the first streak of day the fiery and impatient Hooker reopened 
the fight, and Meade's Reserves were soon engaged in a sharp contest. 
Very shortly the whole of Hooker's corps was involved in a fearful 
struggle with the hosts of Jackson. With a sweep like that of a hurri- 
cane the valiant Nationals advanced — Doubleday on the right, 
Ricketts in the center, and Meade on the left, with Hooker in command 
of all. The onslaught was terrific, and Jackson's forces, torn by the 
devastating fire of the Union batteries on the bluff east of the creek 
and rent by a storm of lead from the blue wall before them, were 
driven through the cornfield, back across the Hagerstown road, and into 
the woods behind the Dunker church, where their reserves were posted. 

Hooker, seeing the advisability of following up the advantage thus 
gained, threw forward his center and left, hoping to clear the woods 
and drive Jackson back to the Potomac ; but as Meade and Ricketts 
charged up the elevation before them they were met by a murderous 
fire at short range, and a fearful carnage ensued. Jackson re-formed 
his broken brigades and brought up his reserves, throwing his whole 
force on Hooker's staggering line. On both sides the men fought like 
demons, seeming to be imbued with all the bravery and heroism of 
their respective commanders. It was verily a fight to the death. 

Finding that these two divisions were in danger of destruction, 
Hooker called upon Doubleda}^ for aid, and Hartsuff 's brigade was 
sent forward on a run. Crossing the cornfield in the face of a galling 
fire, Hartsuff''s brave boys strove to turn the tide which had now set 
so strongl}'- against the Union cause ; but in the space of twenty min- 
utes one-half their number lay prone upon the field and the gallant 
Hartsuff was borne from the scene severely wounded. Hooker's corps 
was cut to pieces ; the opposing force was literally torn to shreds. 

But reinforcements now came up on both sides. Hood's division 
of Longstreet's corps took the place of the Stonewall division, and 
Mansfield moved up to the support of Hooker. It was now nearly 
eight o'clock. 



MANSFIELD COMES TO THE RESCUE. 311 

MANSFIELD COMES TO THE RESCUE. 

Mansfield's fresh troops came upon the scene of action with ringing 
cheers, while the defiant yells of the enemy, the hoarse roar of the 
cannon, the sharp crackling of the musketry and the ghastly proces- 
sion of the wounded, as they came out of the sulphurous canopy of 
death, made up a scene of thrilling horror. Mansfield was attempting 
to deploy his corps when D, H. Hill's division, issuing from the woods 
by the Dunker church, fell upon him with crushing force. In the 
fierce struggle which ensued, brave old Mansfield was killed, and his 
corps was driven back to the woods, the command now devolving upon 
General Williams, while Crawford took command of Williams' division. 

Hooker still thought he could win success ; Doubleday had silenced 
one of the most aggressive batteries of the enemy, and Ricketts, though 
unable to advance, assured his chief that he could hold his ground. 
A wood-crowned hill near the Dunker church seemed to be the key of 
the situation, and this Hooker determined to'take by assault. Placing 
himself at the head of two chosen brigades — those of Gordon and 
Crawford, of Mansfield's corps — ''Fighting Joe" called upon these 
brave fellows to follow him. With a cheer they sprang forward, al- 
though the air was literally alive with rebel bullets. In a few minutes 
the gallant Hooker was severely wounded in the foot, and was com- 
pelled to leave the field ; but not until he felt sure that the battle was 
won, so far as the right wing was concerned. 

Crawford and Gordon carried out their orders with great gallantry. 
They reached the woods and were holding them against fearful odds, 
when, at nine o'clock, General Sumner came upon the field and 
assumed chief command. Seeing that the Mansfield brigades were in 
imminent danger of annihilation, in spite of their gallantry, Sumner 
ordered Sedgwick to move up to their support. Sedgwick's division 
charged sw^iftly across the blood-stained corn-field, while French and 
Richardson moved upon the enemy a little more to the left. Through 
a perfect hurricane of shot and shell these brave troops charged to the 
support of their beleaguered comrades, and soon the ground about the 
Dunker church was held in undisputed possession by the Nationals. 
For the time it seemed as though victory had perched upon our 
banners : but fresh troops coming up on the other side, our boys were 
shortly driven away from the church, back across the gory corn-field 
and into the shelter of the woods again. Affairs on the National right 
now had a gloomy appearance. The headquarters of the Union com- 
marider were now back upon the spot where Hooker had begun the 
fight at daybreak. We had gained not a foot of ground, and our 
losses had been frightful. Hooker's corps had practically disappeared 



812 THE BATTLE OF ANTIETAM. 

and Hooker himself was disabled ; Mansfield was killed, and the 
wreck of his corps was in little better shape than Hooker's ; but the 
rebels were in a similar plight, having suffered terribly from our 
awful artillery fire. The fighting slackened, and the enemy gradually 
withdrew to his original position near the Dunker church, while 
Doubleday, who was holding his ground with great tenacity, kept up 
a hot artillery fire upon the foe. But the rebels had not given up the 
fight by any means ; and shortly after noon an attack was made upon 
Battery A, of the Fourth United States Artillery, commanded by 
Lieutenant Thomas. 

franklin's GALLANT BOYS. 

For a while it looked as though the battery would be captured ; 
but, in a most opportune moment, the splendid corps of General 
Franklin, who had left Crampton's Gap at six o'clock in the morning, 
came upon the field led by Smith's division, Smith being followed by 
Slocum. 

Perceiving the threatened danger, Franklin threw Smith's division 
forward on the double-quick, and in a few minutes Battery A was 
saved, Hancock's brigade coming gallantly to its rescue. Smith had 
general instructions to re-take the ground that had been won and lost 
during the morning. Although the enemy was confident and inclined 
to be aggressive, the boys in blue gave no heed to caution, but dashed 
at the over-confident foe with a spirit that was irresistible, rushing 
forward with ringing cheers, shouting as they ran. Smith's intrepid 
division passed across the gory cornfield in the teeth of a withering 
fire, and drove the rebels back again beyond the Hagerstown road, 
past the church, and into the woods. Nothing in this bloody battle 
excelled in heroism and daring this charge of Smith's division. The 
"Yankee" regiments of Maine and Vermont again proved their sterling 
quality. In less than fifteen minutes they reclaimed the lost ground, 
and the field and the ghastly harvest which the reaper had gathered in 
those fatal hours remained with the Nationals. 

In the meantime the troops on 'Sumner's left had not been idle 
French had been ordered to attack vigorously, so as to make a diver- 
sion in favor of the right. Weber, Kimball and Morris, with their 
brigades, were engaged with D. H. Hill, supported on the left by the 
brigades of Meagher, Caldwell and Brooks, of Richardson's division. 
The battle raged furiously all along this line, and among the regi- 
ments which particularly distinguished themselves were the "fighting" 
Fifth New Hampshire, under Colonel Cross, and the Eighty-first Penn- 
sylvania. The rebels were finally driven back to Piper's house, near 



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ON THE UNION LEFT. 315 

the Siiarpsburg road, where they made an obstinate stand. General 
Richardson was killed at this point, being struck by a cannon ball 
while in the act of placing his own batteries. General Hancock took 
command, and made a brilliant charge on the enemy, driving him 
from the Piper house, and pressing him so hard that the confederate 
line was all but severed. A little more persistent effort at this juncture 
would probably have settled the fight, but no one seemed to rise to the 
occasion. When night fell the Union army held possession of the 
field it had so gallantly won. 

ON THE CENTER AND LEFT. 

It will be remembered that the National center was held by the 
corps of General Fitz John Porter, whose force lay opposite bridge No. 
2. It was McClellan's intention to attack the confederate left so vig- 
orously as to draw the enemy's forces away from his right and center, 
and then to throw Burnside or Porter, or both, upon this weakened 
line and thus crush Lee's army out of existence. The plan was no 
doubt a good one; but, as will be seen, it failed in the execution. 

After Hooker and Mansfield had been cut to pieces, and Sumner 
seemed to be in danger of sharing the same fate, McClellan reluctantly 
detached two of Porter's brigades and sent them to Sumner's assist- 
ance ; he also sent six battalions of Sykes' regulars across bridge No. 2, 
to attack and dislodge a force of rebel sharpshooters who had proved 
very destructive to Pleasanton's horse batteries; and a little later he 
detached Warren's brigade and sent it to the support of Burnside's 
right and rear, so that Porter's corps was at last reduced to about four 
thousand men. This corps, therefore, as a whole, did not participate 
in the engagement. 

ON THE UNION LEFT. 

Burnside's corps had been stationed, on the evening of the 16th, in 
a position close by bridge No. 3. The commander-in-chief had notified 
Burnside that he would probably be called upon to attack the con- 
federate right early in the morning, and directed him to be ready. 
Burnside was also instructed to make a careful survey of the ground, 
and to reconnoitre it thoroughly. The division commanders of the 
left wing were Generals Rodman, Cox, Sturgis and Wilcox ; the 
division of the latter being held in reserve. 

Shortly after eight o'clock on the morning of the 17th, Hooker be- 
ing in the midst of his bloody encounter with Jackson, McClellan 
ordered Burnside to cross the bridge in force, gain possession of the 
heights beyond, and force his way along the ridge toward Sharpsburg. 
The idea was to relieve Hooker by diverting the confederate strength 



316 THE BATTLE OF ANTIETAM. 

from the Union riglit. The position which Burnside was to assault 
was held by Toombs' rebel brigade. The approaches to the bridge were 
narrow, and perfectly commanded by the rebel batteries ; hence, the 
work assigned to Burnside was of a most difficult character. He made 
a few feeble attempts to carry the bridge, but failed to do so, being 
evidently impressed with the idea that the sacrifice of life could not 
be made up by the advantage that might possibly be gained — a fatal 
error of a kindly heart, that afterward cost many scores of lives. One© 
and again did McClellan order Burnside to carry the bridge ; but the 
orders were not executed. 

About one o'clock the general-in-chief dispatched Colonel Sackett 
with instructions to order the assault to proceed, and remain and see 
that the effort was vigorously made. Then came the gallant charge of 
those two noble regiments, the Fifty-first Pennsylvania and the Fifty- 
first New York, who flung themselves like demons through the narrow 
defile, breasting the fiery storm of screaming shells, driving the con- 
federates from the bridge in disorder, and capturing the heights beyond 
at the point of the bayonet. Other troops came swiftly to their sup- 
port, across the bridge, now slippery with the blood of heroes, and the 
coveted position was secured. 

But three precious hours had been wasted. Had this charge been 
made at ten o'clock instead of one o'clock, success on the National 
right would surely have been attained ; and even now, had Burnside 
pushed forward vigorously along the crest, Lee's army would probably 
have been forced back into the Potomac. 

But three o'clock came, and Burnside was in the same position as 
at one. Longstreet had made such a show of strength that Burnside was 
deceived and feared to attack him ; while the fact was that the rebel 
leader had so weakened his forces by sending reinforcements to his 
left that Burnside might have crushed him had he pressed right on 
after crossing the bridge. McClellan sent Colonel Key to Burnside 
with imperative instructions to proceed without an instant's further 
delay, entreating him to strike vigorously and without counting the 
probable cost. 

At last the attack is resumed, and gallantly is it made. The 
heights are carried, the guns are captured, the confederates are fleeing 
for their lives, and the advance of Burnside's command is already in 
the outskirts of Sharpsburg. But now is reaped the bitter fruit of the 
delay ; for at this supreme moment, when victory seems to light upon 
our standard, the prize is swept from our grasp. A new army rises 
like magic before the astonished Union host. A. P. Hill, who has just 
come up from Harper's Ferry, has formed his fresh troops across Burn- 



STEALING A LOCOMOTIVE. 319 

side's path, and as our victorious legions press eagerly forward to 
pluck the fruits of their gallant efforts, Hill throws his full ranks 
upon them. The blow is all the more staggering, because it is totally 
unexpected. Under cover of a heavy artillery fire, the rebels charge 
down from the heights upon Burnside's left flank. The Nationals 
make a bitter, stubborn resistance ; but all their valor will not now 
avail. They are forced back, torn and bleeding, but fighting desper- 
ately at every step, to the old stone bridge, where they re-form under 
the fire of the Union batteries on the eastern side of the creek. Here 
Burnside holds his ground with but little effort, for the confederates 
are too badly punished to make any further aggressive movement. 

During this last struggle the loss of life was terrible. General Rod- 
man was mortally wounded and the rebel general Branch was killed. 
The battle of Antietam was ended — the bloodiest battle, so far, of the 
war, and one which had not yielded a victory to either side. 

On that narrow triangle of ground between the dark Potomac and 
the placid Antietam lay heaps of bloody corpses. M^ithin the borders 
of this narrow field were twenty thousand brave men dead or bleeding, 
their comrades so worn and weary with their bloody work that they 
had not the physical strength to care for the dead or minister to the 
wounded. 



STEALING A LOCOMOTIVE. 




|0 more thrilling story has been told than that of the survivors 
of the great locomotive stealing enterprise, which reads 
more like a romance than a reality. That the bold attempt 
proved unsuccessful only shows more plainly the intrepid 
valor of its projectors, who knew and realized how great was the 
danger that surrounded them. 

In April, 1862, the rebel forces in the West, under Beauregard, were 
concentrated at Corinth, Miss., with smaller detachments scattered 
along the railroad to Chattanooga, Tenn. The railroads on which he 
relied for supplies and reinforcements, as well as for communication 
with the eastern portion of rebeldom, formed an irregular parallelo- 
gram, of which the northern side extended from Memphis, Tenn., to 
Chattanooga ; the eastern from Chattanooga to Atlanta, Ga. ; the 
southern from Atlanta to Jackson, Miss.; and the western, by a net- 
work of roads, from Jackson to Memphis. The great East Tennessee 
and Virginia railroad intersected this parallelogram at Chattanooga. 



320 STEALING A LOCOMOTIVE. 

By the obstruction of the northern and eastern sides of this parallelo- 
gram Beauregard was isolated, and East Tennessee, then in possession 
of the rebels, was made readily accessible to the government forces. 

A second military expedition was accordingly set on foot in that 
month, under the authority and direction of Gen. O. M. Mitchell, 
whose division was then at Shelbyville, Tenn., for the purpose of de- 
stroying the communication on the Georgia State railroad, between 
Atlanta and Chattanooga. The expedition comprised twenty-three 
men — under the lead of J. J. Andrews, a Kentuckian and the origin- 
ator of the enterprise — who, with a single exception of one Kentuckian 
who acted as the substitute of a soldier, had been selected from differ- 
ent companies in Gen. Mitchell's division for their known courage and 
discretion. 

The mode of operation proposed was to reach a point on the road 
where they could seize a locomotive and train of cars, and then dash 
back in the direction of Chattanooga, cutting the telegraph wires and 
burning the bridges behind them as they advanced, until they reached 
their own lines. 

All understood that the service was secret and dangerous, and that 
if they were caught, hanging would probably be their lot. The whole 
party, accordingly, were disguised in citizen's dress, and on the 7th 
of April left camp at Shelbyville, and made for Manchester, Tenn. 
Great difficulty was experienced in passing their own pickets, and 
several were near being shot. At Manchester they represented them- 
selves as Kentuckians on their way to Chattanooga to join the rebel 
army. After leaving that point they fell in with rebel sympathizers, 
who furnished them with letters and passes to their friends in Chatta- 
nooga. At this time the party divided into squads of two and four, 
and started ahead of each other, all, however, with the same story as 
to their ultimate object. 

After five days the party met at Chattanooga, and at once took the 
cars for Marietta, Ga. Before leaving, Andrews divided among them 
seven hundred dollars of confederate script, and told them that they 
were soon to enter upon their dangerous duty, but the first man that 
got drunk or flinched in the least, he would shoot dead on the spot; 
that the object must be accomplished, or they must leave their bones 
in dixie. 

After a journey of about eighteen hours, they arrived at Marietta, 
Ga., and put up at a tavern. The next morning before daylight they 
again took the cars, and went back the same road to a place called 
Big Shanty, a refreshment saloon on the line of the Georgia and At- 
lanta State road, where were encamped about 20,000 confederate troops. 



STEALING A LOCOMOTIVE. 321 

It was the general rendezvous for recruits and the organization of 
regiments. The train contained a number of soldiers as well as citi- 
zens, together with a quantity of provisions, and an iron safe con- 
taining a large amount of confederate script, to pay the troops at 
Corinth. This portion of the road is built over innumerable creeks 
and rivers, and crosses the Tennessee River at Bridgeport, where a 
fine bridge is erected. 

The whole party, consisting of twenty-two, left the cars and divided 
into squads of three and four, taking positions on each side of the train, 
Andrews stationing himself at the coupling-pin of the third car. A 
number of the party were engineers, and thoroughly understood the 
business on hand. One of the engineers was at his post, and found 
everything all right. All hands now mounted the cars, although the 
guard was within three feet of them ; the word was given, Andrews 
drew the coupling-pin, and cried " all right." 

The train, now consisting of three cars and the engine, was started 
off with as little noise as possible. They soon lost sight of the lights 
at Big Shanty, and at the first curve the train was stopped, and one of 
the party climbed the telegraph-pole and cut the wires. They then 
started, and at the next point tore up the track, and took a rail with 
them on the car ; and thus they continued, tearing up the track and 
cutting the wires on the other side, after passing a town. Unfortun- 
ately, however, the train was running on a very slow schedule, 
and they were compelled to switch off and let the down-train pass. 
At the first station this occurred, the engineer of the road made his 
appearance, and was about to step on the engine, when Andrews told 
him he could not come on board, as this was an extra train to run 
through to Corinth, and the present party were engaged to carry it 
there, and in support of the assertion the iron safe was shown. This 
apparently satisfied the engineer, and they took in wood and water, 
and again started, A second time they were compelled to switch off, 
and in order to get the switch-keys, Andrews, who knew the road well, 
went into the station and took them from the office. This caused con- 
siderable excitement, but it was quieted in a measure by stating that 
the train contained gunpowder for Beauregard, at Corinth, and soon 
after they again started. 

About twenty miles south of Dalton, Ga., they came to a bridge, and 
here set fire to one of the cars, piled on wood, and left it on the bridge, 
designing to set it on fire also. At this time the engineer of the Rome 
branch, suspecting that all was not right, started up the track, found 
the rails torn up, and immediately returned to the junction, and took 
on board a quantity of loose rails, and followed after. Where they 



322 STEALING A LOCOMOTIVE. 

had torn up the rails he immediately laid one, and without stopping 
to fasten it, started over slowly, and gave chase. Soon he came to the 
bridge with the burning car, which had not yet caught the bridge. In 
the meantime they had switched off to let an express pass, which train 
was duly informed of their character by discovering the track torn up, 
and stopped, but was soon joined by the Rome engineer, who had suc- 
ceeded in throwing the burning car off the bridge. They then both 
started in pursuit, laying the track as they went along, which they 
could do in a much shorter time than the expedition could tear 
it up. 

Thus it was the Federals were overtaken at work ; and as soon as they 
found themselves discovered, speed was their only hope, and at it they 
went; but unfortunately their fuel was out, and it was then determined 
to leave the engine and take to the woods. Accordingly, they stopped 
and reversed her, intending she should run back upon their pursuers; 
but in this they failed, as she had not sufficient steam to turn her over, 
and the object of the adventure thus failed, from a combination of un- 
fortunate circumstances. Ten minutes more would have set the bridge 
on fire, and the Rome engineer, with the rails, could not have followed 
them, and the down express was entirely useless. It was their inten- 
tion to have destroyed all the bridges, run into Chattanooga, wait 
until the evening train had passed, and then go on to Bridgeport, de- 
stroying the bridge over the Tennessee river, and then away for Hunts- 
ville, to join General Mitchell. 

Their troubles now commenced, and the greatest of all their dis- 
asters was the division of their party ; it was now every man for him- 
self 

As soon as they had left the cars, and dispersed themselves in the 
woods, the population of the country around turned out in their pur- 
suit, employing for this purpose the dogs which were trained to hunt 
down the fugitive slaves of the south. The whole twenty-two were 
captured. Among them was private Jacob Parrot, of Co. K, Thirty 
third Regiment Ohio Volunteers. When arrested, he was, without 
any form of trial, taken possession of by a military officer and four 
soldiers, who stripped him, bent him over a stone, and while two pistols 
were held over his head, a lieutenant in rebel uniform inflicted with a 
rawhide upwards of a hundred lashes on liis bare back. This was 
done in the presence of an infuriated crowd, who clamored for his 
blood,' and actually brought a rope with which to hang him. The 
object of this prolonged scourging was to force this young man to 
confess to them the objects of the expedition and the names of his 
comrades, especially that of the engineer who had run the train. Their 



STEALING A LOCOMOTIVE. 323 

purpose was, no doubt, not only to take the life of the latter if inden- 
tified, but to do so with every circumstance of humiliation and torture 
which they could devise. 

Three times, in the progress of this horrible flogging, it was sus- 
pended, and Mr. Parrot was asked if he would not confess ; but steadily 
and firmly to the last, he refused all disclosures, and it was not until 
his tormentors were weary of their brutal work that the task of subdu- 
ing their victim was abandoned as hopeless. 

The twenty-two captives, when secured, were thrust into the negro- 
jail of Chattanooga. They occupied a single room, half under ground, 
and but thirteen feet square, so that there was not space enough for 
them all to lie down together, and a part of them were, in consequence, 
obliged to sleep sitting and leaning against the walls. The only 
entrance was through a trap-door in the ceiling, that was raised twice 
a day to let down their scanty meals, which were lowered in a bucket. 
They had no other light or ventilation than that which came through 
two small triple-grated windows. They were covered with swarming 
vermin, and the heat was so oppressive that they were often obliged 
to strip themselves entirely of their clothes to bear it. Added to this, 
they were all handcuffed, and, with trace-chains secured by padlocks 
around their necks, were fastened to each other in companies of twos 
and threes. Their food, which was doled out to them twice a day, 
consisted of a little flour wet with water and baked in the form of 
bread, and spoiled pickled beef. They had no opportunity of procur- 
ing any supplies from the outside, nor had the}"^ any means of doing 
so — their pockets having been rifled of the last cent by the confeder- 
ate authorities, prominent among whom was an officer wearing the 
rebel uniform of a major. No part of the money thus basely taken 
was ever returned. 

During this imprisonment at Chattanooga their leader, Mr. Andrews, 
was tried and condemned as a spy, and was subsequently executed at 
Atlanta, on the 7th of June. They were strong and in perfect health 
when they entered this negro-jail, but at the end of something more 
than three weeks, when they were required to leave it, they were so ex- 
hausted from the treatment to which they had been subjected, that 
they were scarcely able to walk, and several staggered from weakness 
as they passed through the street to the cars. 

Finally, twelve of the number were transferred to the prison at 
Knoxville, Tenn. On arriving there, seven of them were arraigned 
before a court-martial, charged with being spies. Their trial of course 
was summary. They were permitted to be present, but not to hear 
either the argument of their own counsel or that of the judge-advocate. 



324 STEALING A LOCOMOTIVE. 

Soon thereafter all the prisoners were removed to Atlanta, and they 
left Knoxville under a belief that their comrades, who had been tried, 
either had been or would be acquitted. 

On the 18th of June, after their arrival at Atlanta, where they 
rejoined the comrades from whom they had been separated at Chatta* 
nooga, their prison-door was opened, and the death-sentences of the 
seven who had been tried at Knoxville were read to them. No time 
for preparation was allowed them. They were told to bid their friends 
farewell, " and to be quick about it." They were at once tied and 
carried out to execution. Among the seven was Private Samuel 
Robinson, Co. G, Thirty-third Ohio Volunteers, who was too ill to walk. 
He was, however, pinioned like the rest, and in this condition was 
dragged from the floor on which he was lying to the scaffold. In an 
hour or more the cavalry escort, which had accompanied them, was 
seen returning with the cart, but the cart was empty — the tragedy had 
been consummated! 

On that evening and the following morning the prisoners learned 
from the provost-marshal and guard that their comrades had died as 
all true soldiers of the Republic should die, in the presence of its 
enemies. Among the revolting incidents which they mentioned in 
connection with this cowardly butchery, was the fall of two of the vic- 
tims from the breaking of the ropes after they had been for some time 
suspended. On their being restored to consciousness, they begged for an 
hour in which to pray and to prepare for death, but this was refused 
them. The ropes were readjusted, and the execution at once proceeded. 

Among those who thus perished was private Alfred Wilson, Co. C, 
Twenty-first Ohio Volunteers. He was a mechanic from Cincinnati, 
who, in the exercise of his trade, had travelled much through the 
States, north and south. Though surrounded by a scowling crowd, 
impatient for his sacrifice, he did not hesitate while standing under 
the gallows to make them a brief address. He told them that though 
they were all wrong, he had no hostile feelings towards the southern 
people, believing that not they but their leaders were responsible for 
the rebellion ; that he was no spy, as charged, but a soldier regularly 
detailed for military duty ; that he did not regret to die for his country; 
but only regretted the manner of his death ; and he added, for their 
admonition, that they would yet see the time when the old Union 
would be restored, and when its flag would wave over them again. 
And with these words the brave man died. He, like his comrades, 
calmly met the ignominious doom of a felon — but, happily, ignomini- 
ous for him and for them only so far as the martyrdom of the patriot 
and the hero can be degraded by the hands of ruffians and traitors. 



A BOY HERO. 325 

The remaining prisoners, now reduced to fourteen, were kept clasely 
confined under special guard, in the jail at Atlanta, until October, 
when, overhearing a conversation between the jailer and another 
officer, they became satisfied that it was the purpose of the authorities 
to hang them, as they had done their companions. This led them to 
form a plan for their escape, which they carried into execution on the 
evening of the next day, by seizing the jailer when he opened the door 
to carry away the bucket in which their supper had been brought. 
This was followed by the seizure also of the seven guards who were 
on duty, and before the alarm could be given eight of the fugitives 
were well on their way to the north. Six of these, after long and pain- 
ful wanderings, succeeded in reaching the Union lines. The fate of 
the other two still remains a mystery. 

The remaining six of the fourteen were captured and confined in 
the barracks until December, when they were removed to Richmond- 
There they were shut up in a gloomy room in Castle Thunder, where 
they shivered through winter and suffered to the end of eleven months, 
at the expiration of which time they were regularly exchanged. 



A BOY HERO. 




IjAPTAIN BOGGS, of the Varuna, tells a story of a brave boy 
who was on board his vessel during the bombardment of the 
forts on the Mississippi River. The lad, who answered to the 
name of Oscar, was but thirteen years of age but he had an old 
head on his shoulders, and was alert and energetic. During the hottest 
of the fire he was busily engaged in passing ammunition to the gunners, 
and narrowly escaped death when one of the terrific broadsides of the 
Varuna's rebel antagonist was poured in. Covered with dirt and 
begrimed with powder, he was met by Captain Boggs, who asked 
" where he was going in such a hurry ?" 

" To get a passing-box, sir ; the other one was smashed by a ball !" 
And so, throughout the fight, the brave lad held his place and did his 
duty. 

When the Varuna went down. Captain Boggs missed his boy, and 
thoudit he was among the victims of the battle. But a few minutes 
afterwards he saw the lad gallantly swimming towards the wreck. 
Clambering on board of Captain Boggs' boat, he threw his hand up to 
his forehead, giving the usual salute, and uttering only the words, 
" All right, sir ! I report myself on board," passed coolly to his 
station. 



BATTLE OF CHICKAMAUGA. 



^T^PjI^^A.D the confederate General Bragg been a Napoleon, the 
S^'^^At^h Army of the Cumberland would have been destroyed in 
the Chickamauga valley. On the 10th of September, 1863, 

I .^ __ Rosecrans' army was divided into three distinct bodies, 

•«5&p^ under McCook, Crittenden and Thomas, and these three 

^T^ bodies were scattered, widely sundered, so that Bragg, 

with his concentrated army, might have crushed them 

one after another had he not neglected his opportunity. But Bragg 

W'as not a Napoleon, and he lay inactive until Rosecrans had gathered 

his forces together and was ready to give him battle. 

In the Indian tongue the word Chickamauga means " River of 
Death " — a name which became terribly and literally appropriate. 

On Friday, September 18th, Rosecrans' army lay on the w^est side 
of the West Chickamauga river, interposed between Bragg's forces 
(which occupied the opposite bank of the river) and Chattanooga. The 
IJnion army occupied the roads leading north through Rossville, and 
thus covered and commanded the approaches to Chattanooga. 

There was no heavy fighting on Thursday, although the opposing 
armies lay close together. Bragg sent Wheeler's cavalry division to 
threaten the Union right, but this w^as done solely to divert Rosecrans' 
attention from the real purpose of the confederate leader, namely, to 
throw his main strength upon the Union left, and, by a flanking move- 
ment, regain possession of Chattanooga. Bragg had been strongly re- 
inforced by Buckner, who had come in from East Tennessee, and 
Hood's division of Longstreet's corps ; while the remainder of Long- 
street's command was rapidly approaching. 

But Rosecrans was busy preparing his lines. Thomas was assigned 
to the left, and Crittenden took his place in the center, while McCook 
held the right. 

Saturday's battle. 

A crisp, bright morning was that of Saturday, the 19th. A glistening 
white frost covered the face of nature, and the air was clear and keen. 
Thomas had his corps well settled in its position, but McCook and 
Crittenden were still moving into line when the battle opened. During 
the night Bragg had moved a force of 30,000 men across the river, and 
they now lay in front of Thomas, but partially concealed from view. 
(326) 



SATURDAY S BATTLE. 



327 



Colonel Dan McCook reported to Thomas that " a brigade " of the 
rebels had crossed the stream, and, as the bridge behind them had 
been burned, he (McCook) thought that the brigade could easily be 
captured. Thomas ordered Generals Brannan and Baird to advance 
and make the attempt, when it was discovered that the enemy was in 
strong force, and not unsupported, as McCook supposed. A bloody 
engagement ensued, in which the Union army was decidedly worsted 




CHICKAMAUGA — FIRST DAY. 



The storm which had struck Baird and Brannan with such destruc- 
tive energy, now rolled along our line from left to right. Bragg threw 
his whole force against our entire front, hoping to pierce it at some 
point or other. Ranks of living men and grim batteries stood face to 
face for a space of four full miles. Cleburne descended upon Thomas' 
right, but was driven back in a demoralized condition. McCook sent 
Johnson to the aid of Thomas, while Negley supported Wood. The 
vigor of the enemy's assault was transferred from our beleaguered left 
to the centre, where Reynolds and Johnson were struggling desperately 
to maintain their ground. Thomas rallied the broken lines of Baird 



328 THE BATTLE OF CHICK AM AUGA. 

and Brannan and Imrled them again on the foe. Riding headlong 
up and down his wavering lines, Thomas once more got them into 
position, and ordered a general advance. The now steady and firm- 
set battalions moved sternly forward, grand and awful in their terrible 
earnestness. Longstreet's sturdy veterans, flushed with their well- 
earned success, strove in vain to stop this steady, onward march. The 
rebel batteries hurled their shot and shell into the close formations in 
vain. The rebel leaders pleaded with their now yielding men to stand 
firm, but to no purpose. Before the face of this determined onset the 
rebel ranks melted away like dew before the morning sun, and on 
swept the glorious, unbroken line of blue. For nearly a mile the 
rebel hordes were driven, when Thomas, perceiving that Davis and 
Van Cleve, on his right, were in great danger of being overwhelmed, 
was forced to withdraw his victorious legions to their former position. 
From this time until dark the battle raged along our right and 
center, and when night fell neither side could claim a victory. Hazen, 
Wood, Negley, Sheridan, Wilder, Brannan, and others of our fighting 
generals, covered themselves with glory and baffled Bragg's every 
attempt to break our line. The rebel army withdrew without having 
gained any decided advantage, and the curtain of night descended 
upon the bloody field. 

A GORY SABBATH DAY. 

Then followed a night of busy preparation. Every man knew that 
the rising of the morning sun would herald a new day of even greater 
carnage. Rosecrans strengthened his position by shortening his line. 
Thomas still held the left, strengthened by Johnson's and Palmer's 
divisions; McCook, forming the right, was ordered to close in on 
Thomas' right, while Crittenden held two divisions in reserve in the 
rear of the center. Brannan and Negley lay in reserve behind Thomas. 
General Granger formed our principal reserve toward Rossville, and 
our cavalry forces were massed on the extreme right. 

Bragg divided his army into two wings, the right under Polk and 
the left under Longstreet, who had arrived upon the field. 

The rebel order of battle, from right to left, was as follows : in the 
first line, Breckenridge, Cleburne, Cheatham and Stewart, Hood, Hind- 
man and Preston ; in the second line (reserves) Walker, Johnson and 
McLaws. 

At daybreak on Sunday an impenetrable mist covered the field, 
obscuring the mighty combatants ; but the blood-red sun was gilding 
the mountain tops, and in a short time his bright rays dispelled the 
vapors in the valley. Rosecrans intended to make the first attack, 



A GORY SABBATH DAY. 329 

and had concentrated bis forces more to the left, which Bragg was still 
determined to flank. But finding that, at daybreak, his men were 
not yet through with the building of their rude defences, Rosecrans 
wisely remained quiescent. Bragg had also intended to open at dawn 
with his right, his left to take up and push the assault all along the 
line, and his rage was terrible when Polk failed, for some reason, to 
execute this plan. The delay gave the Union troops an opportunity 
to complete a formidable line of breastworks, a6a^is, etc. ; and thus 
Bragg's misfortune was Rosecrans' great gain. 

At nine o'clock the thunder of artillery was heard on our extreme 
left. Polk was about to commence the attack. The fog was lifting 
and the enemy was coming into view. The attack fell upon the left, 
and was led by Breckenridge's division of Hill's corps. Like a mighty 
billow the host of rebels came on — not haltingly or hesitatingly, but 
with overwhelming force and undaunted mien. The uproar became 
so tremendous that the stoutest hearts quailed. From Thomas' breast- 
works a sheet of flame leaps forth and a crashing volle,y of bullets meet 
the oncoming foe; cannon thunder forth their death dealing missiles, 
and as the gray lines come into range they are mown down and 
crumbled away; but new men fill the ranks again and on the line 
advances over the ground where the last line disappeared. The rebel 
leaders see the ruin wrought by Thomas' deadly muskets, and they 
determine to quench the fiery volcano with human blood and choke 
it with living victims. But with all their daring valor, the rebel hosts 
are held in check by the equally valiant boys of the Fourteenth. 

For three hours the battle raged along Thomas' front. Thomas was 
fighting gallantly but the heavy lines of graj'- were pressing him 
steadily back and were beginning to envelop his left flank. Bragg was 
determined to gain his point and interpose his right between Rosecrans 
and Chattanooga. Reinforcements were hurried up on both sides, and 
the battle at noon raged with increasing fury. The rebels seemed 
undismayed by the horrible carnage, but kept up their fierce assaults, 
now by regiments, then by brigades, but always with the utmost gal- 
lantry. Victory inclined first to one side and then to the other; but 
the final result was at this hour as far from being determined as when 
the battle opened. Charge after charge was made, only to be met with 
bloody repulse, but after a time there occurred one of those terrible 
mistakes that are all the more dangerous because they cannot be fore- 
seen and guarded against. 

It happened in this way : Reynolds being hard pressed and in dan- 
ger of falling to pieces, Rosecrans ordered Wood to his support, at the 
same time ordering Davis and Sheridan to move up so as to close the 



330 



THE BATTLE OF CHICKAMAUGA. 



break made by the withdrawal of Wood. But in executing this order, 
Wood led his troops around the rear of Brannan, who was to the right 
and rear of Reynolds, thus creating a gap through which the hosts of 
Longstreet poured in a resistless torrent. We had broken our own 
center, and for a time it looked as though utter destruction would 
overwhelm Rosecrans' army. 

Like a thunderbolt Hood's division was hurled through our broken 
line. Davis, who was striving to wheel into position from the right, 
was struck and literally cut to pieces ; Van Cleve and Palmer, of 




CHICKAMAUGA — SECOND DAY. 



Crittenden's corps, shared the fate of Davis. Sheridan, the uncon- 
quered, was left alone on the extreme right and he made a gallant 
fight for a time against overwhelming odds. But he too was compelled 
to give way. The Union right and center was now in a pitiable plight 
' — shattered to fragments, and fleeing for life. The road leading to 
Rossville was a mass of flying fugitives, who left behind a field piled 
thick with dead and dying. The officers struggled manfully to stem 
the tide, but not until the pass was reached could even a semblance 
of a rally be made. At this point, the pass being rather narrow, 
McCook was able to halt and reform his shattered Twentieth Corps, 
and by herculean efforts, in which he was nobly aided by Sheridan, 
Crittenden and Davis, he made a bold stand once more. But the 



"the rock of CPIICKAMAUGA." 331 

wearied, exhausted left wing — the glorious battalions of the lion- 
hearted Thomas — had not yet yielded to the fierce attacks of the vic- 
torious confederates, and upon them devolved the duty of saving the 
honor of the National arms. It was a mighty task, but Thomas' 
men were mighty warriors, and with such field generals as Hazen, 
Negley, Wood, Baird, Reynolds, Brannan, Harker and Turchin, the 
glorious old Virginian soldier resolved to beat back the confident foe 
or die in the effort. 

" THE ROCK OF CHICKAMAUGA." 

Thomas had fallen back to a new position on the slope of Missionary 
Ridge, his line forming a crescent with the ends resting on little spurs 
of the rocky hillside. He posted his artillery advantageously, and 
awaited the next move of the enemy. 

He had not long to wait. The enemy, having routed the right and 
center, now came on to complete their victory by annihilating the 
Union left. On they came with redoubled energy and confidence, a 
mighty host of full seventy thousand against a few thinned and 
wearied divisions. But Thomas stood as firm as the everlasting hills. 
The forces of the enemy broke in vain against the " Rock of Chicka- 
mauga," and the dark gray surges dashed themselves to pieces at his feet. 
All along the Union lines a tongue of fire played, and the thunder of 
the loud mouthed cannon was almost lost in the crashing of the cease- 
less musketry. The enemy's lines came up to each assault in splendid 
order, only to melt away and disappear like the mists of the morning. 

It was now drawing on toward night, and Longstreet was impatient 
to crown the labors of the day with a decisive stroke, and that the rout 
of the rock-fast band before him. In the rear of Thomas' right flank 
was a narrow gorge, connecting with an opening in the hill on Long- 
street's front. Seeing that he could not move the iron wall before 
him, the rebel general sent a powerful detachment through the gorge 
to attack Thomas in the rear, and soon the rebel columns came pour- 
ing in upon the already sorely tried commander. At the sight of this 
new menace Thomas' heart stood still. After all this sacrifice, all this 
endurance, all this brave defense, the day at last was lost ! To all 
human appearance, no fate now remained for his gallant band but a 
swift butchery or unconditional surrender. A few moments more and 
all will be over. 

But no ! away to the left is a vast cloud of dust rising to heaven, 
and betraying the presence of rapidlj'^ marching columns. " Are they 
friends or foes?" Thomas anxiously asks himself. "If friends, we may 
yet save the day ; if foes " 



332 THE BATTLE OF CHICKAMAUGA. 

" Captain," said General Thomas to a staff officer who had just 
galloped up, " find out what troops those are marching in from the left." 

Away dashes the horseman, while Thomas, with painful anxiety, 
trains his glass upon the advancing columns. On they come with the 
long swinging stride of veterans. Nearer they come, and Thomas' 
heart gives a great leap for joy when the battle flags of Granger's 
reserves flutter into view. Now he will win the day ! 

All day long did Granger hear the roaring of the cannon, and at 
last, fearing disaster, he hurried forward, without orders, at the head 
of Steadman's division. As we have seen, he reached the field not a 
moment too soon, for ah'eady the massive rebel columns were pouring 
in through the gorge. No consultation was needed to tell the gallant 
Granger what to do. He took in the situation at a glance. Snatching 
one of the regimental colors in his hand, General Steadman spurred to 
the head of his two brigades and bade them follow him. The troops 
were chiefly raw recruits, but they were American patriots, and the stern 
necessities of the hour gave them the nerve and courage of old veterans. 

In a moment Steadman was at the head of the gorge and had a 
battery of six well-manned guns pouring grape and canister into 
Longstreet's advancing columns ; then hurling at the foe his two 
cheering, shouting brigades, under Mitchell and Whitaker, Steadman 
charged down the ridge and into the gorge like a fiery whirlwind, 
sweeping the astonished enemy before him like chaff. In twenty 
minutes these two immortal brigades changed defeat into victory and 
covered themselves with everlasting glory; but one-third of the noble 
band lay on the bloody field. Again did the rebel hosts re-form and 
charge through the gorge; but Steadman, with his little band of 
heroes, kept the crest ablaze with both musket and cannon, and beat 
off every onslaught. 

Meantime, General Thomas, relieved by Steadman from the danger 
that threatened his right, had held his own most steadfastly on the 
left and center. Now in the gathering gloom the rebel leaders muster 
up their men for one more fierce endeavor. Thomas sees the shadowy 
lines approaching, and knowing the temper of his bleeding but un- 
daunted army, he takes a desperate chance. Nearer the assailing 
columns come; and when within close pistol shot, the order runs 
along the Union lines : 

" FORWARD ! CHARGE BAYONETS !" 

Like an arrow from a bow — like a stone from a catapult — these 
shattered remnants of a noble army close up their thinned ranks and 
throw themselves upon the foe with shouts that rend the air. The 



THRILLING DESCRIPTION BY AN EYE-WITNESS. 333 

rebels catch the faint sheen of the cold steel in the deepening twilight, 
and, turning, flee for their lives. 

The last blow had been struck, and the bloody battle of Chicka- 
mauga was ended. Never was a great battle more nearly lost and 
then saved — not even that of Marengo. In one sense it was a con- 
federate victory, for the spoils fell chiefly to them ; but it nearly made 
an end of Bragg while it finished Rosecrans entirely. The glory 
achieved was won, not by the chief commanders, but by those under 
them ; and chief among the heroes of that bloody Sabbath day was 
that glorious old soldier, George H. Thomas, who will ever live in 
history as " The Rock of Chickamauga." 

THRILLING DESCRIPTION BY AN EYE-WITNESS. 

A noted newspaper correspondent who was with the Federal army 
during the engagement has written a description of the battle that is 
well worth reading. 

The flame of battle, says this writer, had first broken out upon the 
extreme left, where General Brannan's division was posted. The 
troops comprising it behaved most gallantly ; some of the regiments 
had covered themselves with glory, but, they were compelled to retire 
at length, leaving uncovered the left flank of General Baird, upon 
whom the enemy at once threw himself with great force. The brigade 
commanded by Colonel B. F. Scribner, Thirty-eighth Indiana, one of 
the very first in the army, was left particularly exposed, as its right 
flank had been somewhat too far advanced where it had taken position 
in the morning. Almost before its pickets were driven in, it found 
itself literally surrounded by thrice its numbers, who came on with 
their infernal yells, pouring volley after volley of deadly bullets into the 
very bosom of this gallant brigade. For a moment it was thrown into 
confusion, and that sufficed to place the rebels upon its front, flanks 
and rear. But it was not destined to surrender. The Second, Thirty- 
third and Ninety-fourth Ohio, the Thirty-eight Indiana, the Tenth 
Wisconsin, and Loomis' battery were composed of the best material in 
their respective States, and their commander, Scribner, had succeeded 
in infusing into them his own magnanimous and gallant spirit. 
Gathering together their broken ranks under the infernal fire which 
every instant mowed them down, and following their heroic leader,, 
they charged the dense legions surrounding them, and, like a whirl- 
wind in the forest, tore their way through. But, alas ! the guns of the 
First Michigan battery were left behind — those black, stern looking 
rifled cannon, each of whom I had come to regard with a feeling of 
almost reverential awe, because upon a dozen battle-fields I had seen 



334 THEY WERE BOTH SCARED. 

them flinging destruction into the ranks of traitors, and never knew 
them once turned against a legion of my country's enemies which 
they did not scatter like leaves before the blast. Even in the opinion 
of the rebels themselves, Loomis had made these guns invincible. 
They were commanded now by a young man who, possessing naturally 
the noblest qualities, had thoroughly learned the lessons of his teacher, 
and promised to prove a most worthy successor, even to Loomis him- 
self — Lieutenant Van Pelt. Van Pelt loved his pieces with the same 
unselfish devotion which he manifested for his wife. In the desperate 
conflict which broke around Scribner's brigade he managed the bat- 
tery with much dexterity and coolness, and for some moments rocked 
the very trees over the heads of the rebels by the fiery blasts from his 
guns. But his horses were shot down. Many of his artillerists were 
killed or wounded. The infantry supporting him had been compelled 
to turn and cut their way through the enemy, and a horde of traitors 
rushed up to the muzzles of the now harmless pieces. Van Pelt, now 
almost alone, stationed himself in front of them and drew his sword. 
^* Scoundrels," said he, " dare not to touch those guns ! " The miserable 
barbarians, unable to appreciate true heroism, brutally murdered him 
where he stood. The history of the war furnished not an incident 
more touching or more sublime than the death of Lieutenant Van 
Pelt. 



THEY WERE BOTH SCARED. 




jN amusing story is related by Comrade Chas. F. Currie, Fourth 
New Jersey Volunteers and later of the Signal Corps : One 
night I was lying in my tent together with my mate, 
Private Corrigan, jDeacefully dreaming of home and friends, 
•and with no particular thought of danger, although the Johnnies 
were not far away, and had been placing batteries in threatening 
•positions all afternoon. Our tent was composed of an ordinary shelter 
tent placed over an elevated platform about eighteen inches from the 
ground. Suddenly we were awakened by the scream of a rebel shell 
•which passed over us and exploded in the woods at no great distance. 
Corrigan took matters very coolly, to all appearances, and of course I 
■didn't care to show the white feather too quickly ; but as shell followed 
shell in rapid succession I became alarmed, and upon the first oppor- 
tunity I quietly slid down to the ground on my side. Whenever it was 
necessary to make any remark to Corrigan, I would raise my head over 
to my pillow (a pair of shoes covered with an old fatigue cap), dodging 



A SUCCESSFUL STRATAGEM. 335 

back as quickly as was consistent with soldierly dignity. I was be- 
ginning to really admire the courage and nonchalance of Corrigan, 
whom I supposed to be lying unconcerned in his bunk, when we hap- 
pened to pop up our heads at the same time; and I then discovered 
that he had adopted my own tactics, and was lying flat upon mother 
earth, except at such times as he was forced to raise his head. Finding 
that we couldn't fool each other any longer we mutually agreed to 
strike camp and seek shelter under the over-hanging hillside near by; 
but I am afraid that each of us lost some faith in the coolness and 
courage of the other. 



A SUCCESSFUL STRATAGEM. 




SQUADRON of two hundred of Stuart's cavalry had surprised 
seventeen mounted Union pickets, who were completely 
surrounded, and, of course, ordered to surrender. 

" Sir," said the lieutenant, " such is the fate of war," 
and offering his sword, turned his horse to his command, and gave 
the order — 

" Boys, empty sixteen saddles." 

One flash from sixteen carbines followed. Dashing on the rebel cap- 
tain, and seizing him by the collar, he dragged him away, dangling 
at his horse's flanks. 

" Follow, men !" 

They did; and riddled though their clothes were with bullets, 
they all escaped. 

After the first mile had been made, the lieutenant checked up, and 
asked his prisoner, the captain, if he would prefer any other mode of 
riding. 

Of course he did. As good luck would have it, the rebel's horse was 
loyal to his master, and he had in the melee followed him. One of our 
men seized his bridle rein, and thus, as the rebel captain struck on his 
feet, his own horse whinneyed to his master's call. 

" Now, captain, you must feel at home, I suppose, you are mounted 
again." 

It was a strange coincidence. The rebel was sent to the Old Capitol 
Prison some days later, and among the courtesies shown to him there, 
he found the identical copy of Xenophon which he and his captor had 
both read, as class-mates, in Yale College, ten years before. 



BATTLE OF FIVE FORKS. 




[HE end was at hand. Lee's shattered divisions were flying 
before the face of the grim Union commander, Grant, 
whose chief lieutenant, Sheridan, was dogging the foot- 

,>T, ._;^,.p. steps of the flying foe with relentless pertinacity. Proud 

^M^i Richmond was deserted save by her starving thousands 

T^M* T ^^^^^ could not get awa}', and Petersburg was nothing 
but a demoralized camp. The rebel army, despairing 
now of success, was held together only by the personal force of its 
leaders, whom the men idolized. A few more weeks of such disin- 
tegration and the Army of Northern Virginia must have broken up 
into numberless detached bands of rovers, and a guerrilla warfare on 
a colossal scale would have devastated the already bleeding southern 
country. 

But this was not to be. The hosts of Sheridan were sent to inter- 
cept the flying southern army, and to prevent its escaping to join 
Johnston. Sheridan struck the enemy whenever and wherever he 
could find him, not without serious loss, to be sure, but always with 
success. 

At last came the glorious battle of Five Forks, which was reall}'' the 
last hard blow it was necessary to strike. Sheridan had assumed 
command of the Fifth Corps as well as his own cavalry, and on the 
night of April 30, 1865, his combined forces embraced the following 
commands, viz : three divisions of Warren's Fifth Corps, under Ayres, 
Griffin and Crawford ; three divisions of cavalry under Deven, Custer 
and Crook — the two first named being under Merritt ; and one brigade 
of cavalry from the Army of the James, under Gen. McKenzie. 

On Saturday, April 1st, at daybreak, the signal gun was fired, and 
Sheridan's army began to move. No better description of this great 
battle can be found than that contained in the " Life of General 
Sheridan," from which, by the kind permission of the publishers, we 
quote : 

The LTnlon men outnumbered their opponents. The latter were 
widely separated from their comrades before Petersburg, and the 
adjustment of our infantry, as well as the great movable force at 
Sheridan's disposal, rendered it doubtful that they could have returned. 
At any rate they did not do so, whether from choice or necessity, and 
it was a part of Sheridan's scheme to push them back into their 
(S3Q) 



THE BATTLE OF FI\ E FORKS. 337 

intrenchments. This work was delegated to the cavalry entirely, but 
when the horsemen were close up to the confederates, they were dis- 
mounted, and to all intents used as infantry, 

A portion of them, under Gregg and McKenzie, still adhered to the- 
saddle, that they might be put in rapid motion for flanking and charg- 
ing purposes; but fully five thousand dismounted men, who had seen 
service in the Shenandoah and elsewhere, were formed in line of battle- 
on foot, and by charge and deploy essayed the difficult work of press- 
ing back the entire confederate column. 

This they were to do so evenly and ingeniously that the confeder- 
ates should go no farther than their works, either to escape eastward, 
or to discover the whereabouts of Warren's forces, which were already 
forming. Had they espied the latter they might have become so dis- 
couraged as to break and take to the woods ; and Sheridan's object was- 
te capture them as well as to rout them. 

All the afternoon the cavalry pushed them hard, and the strife went 
on uninterruptedly and terrifically. The battle was fought at so close 
quarters that the Union carbines were never out of range; had this 
been otherwise, the long rifles of the enemy would hdve given them 
every advantage. 

With their horses within call, the cavalrymen, in line of battle, 
stood together like walls of stone, sw^elling onward like those gradual 
elevating ridges of which Lyell speaks. Now and then a detachment 
of confederates would charge down, swaying the Union lines and 
threatening to annihilate them, for at no part of the action, till its 
crisis, did the southern men exhibit either doubt or dismay, but fought 
up to the standard, here and there showing some of those wonderful 
feats of individual courage which were the miracles of the time. 

A colonel with a shattered regiment came down on a desperate- 
charge. The bayonets were fixed ; the men advanced with a yell ;. 
their gray uniforms seemed black amidst the smoke; their preserved 
colors, torn by grape and ball, waved yet defiantly ; twice they halted 
and poured in volleys, but came on again like a surge from the fog^ 
depleted, but determined. Yet in the hot faces of the carbineers they 
read a purpose as resolute, but more calm, and wdiile they pressed 
along, swept all the while by scathing volleys,*a group of horsemen 
took them in flank. It was an awful instant; the horses recoiled, the 
charging column trembled, but at once the confederates, with rare 
organization, fell into a hollow square, and with solid sheets of steel 
defied our centaurs. The horsemen rode around them in vain ; no 
charge could break the shining squares until our dismounted carbi- 
neers poured in their volleys fresh, making gaps in the spent ranks, 



838 



THE BATTLE OF FIVE FORKS. 



and then in their wavering time the cavalry thundered down. The 
confederates could stand no more ; they reeled and swayed, and fell 
back, broken and beaten. And on the ground their colonel lay, sealing 
his devotion with his life. 




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Through wood and brake and swamp, across field and trench, the 
fighting defenders were steadily pushed. For a part of the time Sheri- 
dan himself was there, short and broad and active, waving his hat, 
giving orders, seldom out of fire, but never stationary, and close by 
fell the long, yellow locks of Custer, sabre extended, fighting like a 



BRILLIANT WORK OF THE FIFTH CORPS. 339 

viking, though he was worn and haggard with much work. At four 
o'clock the enemy were behind their wooden walls at Five Forks, and 
still the cavalry pressed them hard, in feint rather than solemn effort, 
while a battalion, dismounted, charged squarely upon the face of their 
breast-works, which lay in the main on the north side of the White 
Oak road. Then, while the cavalry worked round toward the rear, 
the infantry of Warren, though commanded by Sheridan, prepared 
to take part in the battle. 

BRILLIANT WORK OF THE FIFTH CORPS. 

The genius of Sheridan's movement lay in his disposition of the 
infantry. The skill with which he managed it, and the difficult 
manoeuvres he projected and so well executed, should place him as 
high in infantry tactics as he has many times shown himself superior 
in cavalry. The infantry, which had marched at 2.30 P. M. from the 
house of Boisseau, on the Boydton plank road, was drawn up in four 
battle lines a mile or more in length, and in the beginning facing the 
White Oak road obliquely ; the left or pivot was the division of Gen- 
eral Ayres ; Crawford had the center, and Griffin the right. These 
advanced from the Boydton plank road at ten o'clock, while Sheridan 
was thundering away with the cavalry, mounted and dismounted, and 
deluding his enemy with the idea that he was the sole attacking party. 
They lay concealed in the woods behind Gravelly Run meeting-house, 
but their left was not a half mile distant from the confederate works, 
though their right reached so far off that a novice would have criti- 
cised the position sharply. Little by little, Sheridan extended his 
lines, drove the whole defending force into their breastworks ; then he 
dismounted the mass of his cavalry and charged the works straight 
in the front, still thundering on their flank. At last, every confed- 
erate was safe behind his intrenchments. Then the signal was given, 
and the concealed infantry, many thousand strong, sprang up and 
advanced by echelon to the right. Imagine, as Sheridan himself 
described it, a great barn door shutting to, and you have the move- 
ment, if you can also imagine the door itself, hinge and all, moving 
forv/ard also. This was the door : 

AYRES. CRAWFORD. GRIFFIN. 

Stick a pin through Ayres and turn Griffin and Crawford forward 
as you would a spoke in a wheel, but move your pin up also a little. 
In this way Ayres will advance, say half a mile, and Griffin, to 
describe a quarter revolution, will move through a radius of four 
miles. But to complete this movement by echelon, we must imagine 



"340 THE BATTJ.E OF FIVE FORKS. 

tlie right when half way advanced, cutting across the center and 
re-forming, while Crawford became the right and Griffin the middle 
of the line of battle. Warren was with Crawford on this march. 
Gregory commanded the skirmishers. Ayres was so close to the con- 
federate left that he might be said to hinge upon it ; and at eight 
o'clock the whole corps column came crash upon the full flank of the 
astonished rebels. Now came the pitch of the battle. 

Sheridan was already on the confederate right in force, and thinly 
in their rear. His carbineers were making feint to charge in direct 
front, and the Union infantry, four deep, hemmed in their entire left. 
All this they did not for an instant note; and so far from giving up, 
concentrated all their energy and fought like fiends. They had a bat- 
tery in position which belched incessantly, and over the breastworks 
their musketry made one unbroken roll; while against Sheridan's 
prowlers on their left, by skirmish and sortie, they stuck to their sink- 
ing fortunes so as to win unwilling applause from mouths of wisest 
•censure. 

It was just at the coming up of the infantry that Sheridan's little 
band was pushed the hardest. At one time, indeed, they seemed about 
to undergo extermination — not that they wavered, but that they were 
so vastly overpowered. It will remain to the latest time a matter of 
marvel how so paltry a cavalry force could press back 16,000 infantry; 
but when the infantry blew like a great barn door — the simile best 
applicable — upon the enemy's left, the victory that was to come had 
passed the region of strategy and resolved to an affair of personal cour- 
age. Every officer fought as if he were the forlorn hope. Mounted 
on his black horse — the same which he rode at Winchester — Sheridan 
galloped everywhere, his flushed face all the redder, and his small, 
nervous figure all the more ubiquitous. He galloped once straight 
down the confederate front with but a handful of his staff*. A dozen 
bullets whistled for him together; one grazed his arm, at which a faith- 
ful orderly rode ; the black charger leaped high, in fright, and Sheridan 
was untouched — but the orderly lay dead in the field, and the saddle 
■dashed afar, empty. General Warren rode with Crawford most of the 
afternoon, mounted likewise, and having two or three narrow escapes. 
He was as dark, dashing and individual as ever, but was relieved of 
•his command after the battle, and Griffin succeeded to his place. 
Ayres fought like a lion in this pitch of battle, making all the faint- 
hearted around him ashamed to do ill with such an example contig- 
uous. General Bartlett, keen-faced and active, like a fiery scimeter, 
was leading his division as if he were an immortal. He was close at 
.hand in the most gallant episodes, and held at nightfall a bundle of 



THE BATTLE OF FIVE FORKS. 341 

captured battle-flags. But Griffin, tall and slight, led the charge on 
the flank, and was the first to mount the parapet with his horse, riding 
over the gunners as May did at Cerro Gordo, and cutting them down. 
Bartlett's brigade, behind him, finished the business, and the last can- 
non was fired for the day against the conquering Federals. General 
Crawford fulfilled his full share of duties throughout the day, amply 
sustained by such splendid brigade commanders as Baxter, Coulter, 
and Kellogg, while Gwyn and Boweryman were at hand in the division 
of General Ayres — not to omit the fallen Winthrop, who died to save 
a friend and win a new laurel. Chamberlain, having been the hero 
of both Quaker road and Gravelly Run, in the action of Five Forks 
made the air ring with the applauding liuzzas of his soldiers. 

The fight, as Sheridan closed upon the confederates, was singularly 
free from great losses on our side, though desperate as any contest ever 
fought on the continent. One prolonged roar of rifies shook the after- 
noon ; and the confederate artillery, until its capture, raked the Union 
men like an irrepressible demon, and at every foot of the intrenchments 
a true man fought both in front and behind. The birds of the forest 
fled afar ; the smoke ascended to heaven ; locked in so mad frenzy, 
none saw the sequel of the closing day. Now Richmond rocked in her 
high towers to watch the impending issue. But soon the day began to 
look gray, and a pale moon came tremulousl}'' out to watch the meeting 
squadrons. Imagine along a line of a full mile, 30,000 men struggling 
for life and prestige, the woods ga\hering about them — but yesterday 
the home of hermit hawks and chipmunks — now ablaze with bursting 
shells, and showing in the dusk the curl of flames in the tangled grass, 
and rising up the boles of the pine trees, the scaling, scorching tongues. 
Seven hours this terrible spectacle had been enacted, but the fnale of 
it had almost come. 

It was, by all accounts, in this hour of victory when the modest and 
brave General Winthrop, of the First brigade, Ayres' division, was 
mortally wounded. He was riding along the breastworks, and while 
in the act of saving a friend's life, was shot through the left lung. He 
fell at once, and his men, who loved him, gathered around and took 
him tenderly to the rear, where he died before the stretcher on which 
he lay could be deposited beside the meeting-house door. On the way 
from the field to the hospital he wandered in mind at times, crying 
out: 

" Captain Weaver, how is that line ? Has the attack succeeded ?" etc. 

When he had been resuscitated for a time, he said : 

" Doctor, I am done for." His last words were : 

" Straighten the line !" and he died peacefully. 



342 THE BATTLE OF FIVE FOKKS. 

He was a cousin of Major Winthrop, the author of Cecil Dreeme, and 
was twenty-seven years of age. 

General Griffin said : " This victory is not worth Winthrop's life." 

Winthrop went into the service as a simple color-bearer. He died 
a brevet-brigadier. 

It was seven o'clock before the confederates came to the conclusion 
that they were outflanked and whipped. They had been so busily 
engaged that they were a long time finding out how desperate were 
tlieir circumstances ; but now, wearied with persistent assaults in front, 
they fell back to the left, only to see four lines of battle w^aiting to 
drive them across the field, decimated. At the right, the horsemen 
charged them in their vain attempt to fight " out," and in the rear, 
straggling foot and cavalry began also to assemble ; slant fire, cross 
fire and direct fire, by file and volley, rolled in perpetually, cutting 
dow^n their bravest officers, and strewing the field with bleeding men ; 
groans resounded in the intervals of exploding powder, and to add to 
their terror and despair, their own artillery, captured from them, threw 
into their own ranks from its old position, ungrateful grape and canister, 
enfilading their breastworks, whizzing and plunging by air line and 
ricochet; and at last bodies of cavalry fairly mounted their intrench- 
ments and charged down the parapet, slashing and trampling them, 
and producing inexplicable confusion. They had no commanders — at 
least no orders — and looked in vain for some guiding hand to lead 
them out of a toil into which they had fallen so bravely and so blindly. 
A few more volleys— ^a new and irresistible charge — a shrill and 
warning command to die or surrender, and with a sullen and tearful 
impulse, 5,000 muskets were flung upon the ground, and 5,000 
exhausted and impotent men were Sheridan's prisoners of w^ar. 

Acting with his usual decision, Sheridan placed his captives in care 
of a provost-guard, and sent them at once to the rear. Those which 
escaped he ordered the fiery Custer to pursue with brand and vengeance, 
and they were pressed far into the desolate forest, spent and hungry, 
many falling by the way of wounds or exhaustion, many pressed down 
by hoof or sabre-stroke, and many picked up in mercy and sent back 
to rejoin their brethren in bonds. 

This ended the splendid victory of Five Forks, the least bloody to 
tlie Union troops, but the most successful, proportionate to numbers 
engaged, that was fought during the war. One man out of every three 
engaged took a prisoner. Sheridan captured four cannon, an ambu- 
lance train and baggage teams, 8,000 muskets and twenty-eight battle- 
flags. Sheridan's loss only reached 800. 

The scene at Gravelly Run meeting-house at eight and at ten o'clock 




PUTTING THE FINISHTNG TOrCHES FPON THE EEBEXLION. 



NEVER HEARD OF THE WAR. 345 

on Saturday night was one of the solemn contrasts of the war. A little 
frame church, planted among the pines, and painted white, with cool, 
green window-shutters, held at its foot a gallery for the negroes, and 
at the head a varnished pulpit. Blood ran in little rills across the 
planks, and human feet treading in them, made indelible prints in 
every direction. The pulpit lamps were doing duty, not to shed holy 
light upon holy pages, but to show the pale and dusty faces of the 
beseeching; and as they moved in and out, the groans and curses of 
the suffering replaced the gush of peaceful hymns and the deep 
responses to the preacher's prayers. Federal and confederate lay 
together, the bitterness of noon assuaged in the common tribulation of 
the night, and all the while came in the dripping stretchers, to place 
in this Golgotha new recruits for death and sorrow. Over the portal, 
the scenes within were reiterated, except that the greatness of a starry 
night replaced the close and terrible arena of the church. Beneath 
the trees, where the Methodist circuit-rider had tied his horse, and 
the urchins, during class-meeting, had wandered away to cast stones 
at the squirrels, and measure strength at vaulting and running, the 
gashed and fevered lay irregularly, some soul going out at each whiff 
of the breeze in the fir-tops ; and the teams and surgeons and strug- 
gling soldiers and galloping orderlies passed all the night beneath the 
old and gibbous moon and the hushed stars, and by the trickle of 
Gravelly Run, stealing off, affrighted. But the wounded had no 
thought that night ; the victory absorbed all hearts. 



NEVER HEARD OF THE WAR. 




|FTER Western Virginia had been for some months the theatre 
of active operations, a scout going out through the woods 
near Elkwater, on picket duty, accidentally espied, away in 
a dark ravine, a little log hut. Anticipating a hearty meal, 
he rode up to the house, and an old woman, with a face like a pig's, 
came out looking the picture of consternation. The soldier dismounted 
and asked for something to eat. 

" What ! wittles?" exclaimed the horrible looking creature. " Whar 
did you come from, and what be a sojer doin' here?" 

" Well, I came from Indianapolis, and be after something to eat. 
Are there any secesh in these parts ?" 
"Any what?" 
" Secesh." 
" Why, gracious, what's them ?" 



346 



NEVER HEARD OF THE WAR. 



" Are you and your folks for the Union ?" 

"Why, sartin. That's the old man, neow." 

Just at. this moment there came a gaunt-eyed, slim-livered, carniv- 
erous, yellow skinned, mountain Virginian — no doubt one of the first 
families. 

" Look heah," continued the old woman, " This 'ere sojer wants to 
know if you be Union." 

The old fellow looked more astonished than the woman at the soldier. 
In the course of the conversation the soldier inquired what the old 
man thought of the war. 




" "What war?" exclaimed the old fellow ; " the Revolution?" 

" Yes, the rebellion, we call it." 

" Oh, why, we gin the Britishers fits, didn't we?" 

It was evident the old man knew nothing of the rebellion going on. 
When asked if he heard the fight the other day, only six miles from 
his home, he opened his eyes and said that he * heard it thunderin* 
mighty loud, but couldn't see no clouds, and didn't know what to 
make of it." 



BATTLE OF ROANOKE ISLAND. 




m^p^Hf^HE military and naval forces having been thoroughly 
organized and assigned their respective parts in iho 
movement, the expedition set sail from Hatteras in that 
direction on the morning of the 5th of February, Fifteen 
gunboats of Commodore Goldsborough's naval squadron 
led the way, followed at an interval of a mile by the 
armed transports (side-wheel steamers), and numerous 
retinue of the army divisions. The naval vessels, placed by Flag- 
Officer Goldsborough under the immediate command of Commander 
Rowan, who formed in three separate columns, commanded respectively 
by Lieutenants Reed Werden, Alexander Murray and H. K, Daven- 
port. The day was clear, with the wind from the northwest, and there 
was much animation in the scene ; and the entire fleet of seventy ves- 
sels slowly traversed the distance, some thirty miles, to Roanoke. At 
sunset they anchored within sight of the island. The next day was 
foggy and wet, and nothing was undertaken beyond a reconnoissance 
of Croatan Sound, as the passage is called which separates Roanoke 
from the mainland. The channel was reported clear to the upper end 
of the island, where the rebel gunboats were found to be stationed. 
Friday, the following day, like its predecessor, was foggy in the morn- 
ing; but about ten in the forenoon cleared up suflBciently for the 
advance. Commodore Goldsborough then gave the necessary orders 
and hoisted the signal, consecrated by Lord Nelson, " This day our 
country expects every man to do his duty." It was received with 
enthusiasm as the fleet went forward. An active and daring bombard- 
ment of Fort Bartow, at Pork Point, on the upper side of the island, 
ensued, doing considerable damage to the work, and setting on fire the 
barracks be3'ond, with but little loss or person^ injury to either 
assailants or defenders, while another portion of the gunboats, unable 
to come to close quarters with the enemy's vessels in consequence of 
their shelter behind a blockade of sunken vessels and double row of 
stakes which had been planted across the sound, engaged them, with 
little or no damage, at long range. The rebel squadron of seven 
vessels was commanded by Flag-OflScer W. F. Lynch, late a lieutenant 
in the United States service, widely known by his published account 
of an expedition to the Holy Land, which he had conducted under 
the auspices of the government, while on duty in the Mediterranean. 

(347) 



346 



THE BATTLE OF ROANOKE ISLAND. 



At the close of this action of the 7th he reported the Curlew, his 
largest steamer, sunk, and the Forest, a propeller, disabled. Several 
of his officers and men were wounded, and his stock of ammunition 
was quite exhausted. " In all probability," he wrote, " the contest will 
be renewed to-morrow. I have decided, after receiving the guns from 
the wreck of the Curlew, to proceed direct with tlie squadron to 
Elizabeth City, and send express to Norfolk for ammunition. Should 
it arrive in time, we will return to aid in the defence ; if not, will there 
make a final stand, and blow up the vessels rather than they shall fall 
into the hands of the enemy." 




MAP OF ROANOKE ISLAND. 



In the afternoon, the army transports came up, and preparations 
were made for landing the troops on the island. The place chosen 
for this purpose was situated on the west shore some distance below 
the first battery, and bore the promising title, Ashby's Harbor. It 
however, afforded but little facility for a debarkation. The water was 
shallow, and the smaller steamers of the transports could approach 
the shore only at a distance. A boat, commanded by Lieutenant 
Andrews of the Ninth New York, and manned by ten members of tlie 



THE BATTLE OF ROANOKE ISLAND. 349 

Khode Island regiment, who had volunteered for the perilous service, 
was sent forward to sound out a channel of approach. After this work 
was performed and when the boat was nearing the land, it was fired 
into from a party previously concealed by the tall grass on the bank, 
and one of the men, Charles Vial, of Providence, was desperately 
wounded. When the troops were about to land there were some indica- 
tions of a rebel force at hand to contest the passage to the shore, but 
it was quickly dispersed by a discharge of shrapnel from one of the 
gunboats into the sheltering woods. The landing was then effected 
with great precision, but the men were compelled to wade several 
hundred feet through the water, sinking at every step in the soft ooze. 
This cheerless process was going on through the afternoon, evening 
and a good portion of the night, the usual inclemency of which, at 
this season, was aggravated by a cold rainstorm, till some eleven thou- 
sand men were left on the shore utterly unsheltered amidst the dis- 
comforts of the weather. This, with an uncounted enemy before them 
on untried ground, was suflBciently discouraging, but the morning 
found them ready for battle, as General Foster, the commander of the 
day, promptly organized the brigades and regiments for the decisive 
attack. He himself led the way with his brigade, supporting a six- 
howitzer battery in charge of Midshipman B. F. Porter. The brigades 
of Generals Reno and Parke followed in order. The road which they 
pursued, leading towards the centre of the island, was wet and swampy, 
and closely environed with woods. "After fording a creek," to pursue 
the narrative in the words of an intelligent observer of the events of 
the day, " General Foster's force came up with the enemy's pickets, 
who fired their pieces and ran. Striking the main road the brigade 
pushed on, and after marching a mile and a half came in sight of the 
enemy's position." To properly understand its great strength in addi- 
tion to what skillful engineering had done, the reader will bear in 
mind that the island, which is low and sandy, is cut up and dotted 
with marshes and lagoons. On the right and left of the enemy a 
morass, deemed impassable, stretched out nearly the entire width of 
the island. The upper and lower part of the island being connected 
by the narrow neck on which the batter^^ was situated and across which 
lay the road ; the battery of three guns had been located so as to rake 
every inch of the narrow causeway which for some distance was the 
only approach to the work. General Foster immediately disposed his 
forces for the attack by placing the Twenty-fifth Massachusetts in line 
and opened with musketry and cannpn. The enemy replied hotly with 
artillery and infantry. While they were thus engaged, the Twenty- 
seventh Massachusetts came up and were ordered by General Foster 



350 THE BATTLE OF ROANOKE ISLAND. 

to the left of the enemy in the woods where the rebel sharpshooters 
were stationed. The Tenth Connecticut were placed in support of the 
Twenty-fifth Massachusetts. General Reno now came up with his 
brigade, consisting of the Twenty-first Massachusetts, Fifty-first New 
York, Fifty-first Pennsylvania and Ninth New Jersey, and pushing 
through the swamps and tangled undergrowth, took up a position to 
the right with the view of turning the enemy. This was done with 
the greatest alacrit3^ Meanwhile, the contest raged hotly in front, our 
men behaving gallantly, not wavering for a moment. The Massachu- 
setts men vied with the men of Connecticut ; those of New York and 
New Jersey courageously supporting their brethren of Pennsylvania. 
Our troops were gradually overcoming the difficulties which impeded 
their approach, and though fighting at great disadvantage and sufi'er- 
ing severely, were making a steady advance. Regulars were never 
more steady. General Burnside was near the place of landing, hurry- 
ing up the reserves, giving reports, and, so far as practicable, giving 
orders. 

General Foster was in active command on the ground. His brave 
and collected manner, the skillfulness with which he, as well as Gen- 
eral Reno and General Parke, manoeuvred their forces, their example in 
front of the line and their conduct in any aspect, inspired the troops 
to stand where even older soldiers would have wavered. In this they 
were seconded nobly by officers of every grade. General Parke, who 
had come up with the Fourth Rhode Island, Eighth Connecticut and 
Ninth New York, gave timely and gallant support to the Twenty-third 
and Twenty-seventh Massachusetts. The ammunition of our artillery 
getting short and our men having suffered severely, a charge was the 
method of dislodging the enem3\ At this juncture, Major Kimball, 
of Hawkins' Zouaves (New York Ninth), offered to lead the charge and 
storm the battery with the bayonet. " You are the man, the Ninth 
the regiment, and this the moment! Zouaves, storm the battery!" 
" Forward !" was General Foster's reply. They started on the run yell- 
ing like devils, cheered by our forces on every side. Colonel Hawkins, 
who was leading two companies in the flank movement, joined his 
regiment on the way. On they went with fixed bayonets, shouting 
" Zou ! Zou ! Zou !" into the battery, cheered more loudly than ever. 
The rebels, taking fright as the Zouaves started, went out when they 
went in, leaving pretty much everything behind them, not even stop- 
ping to spike their guns or take away their dead and wounded that 
had not been removed. General Foster immediately reformed his 
brigade, while General Reno, with the Twenty-first Massachusetts and 
Ninth New York, went in pursuit. Following in quick time, General 



THE BATTLE OF ROANOKE ISLAND. 353 

Foster overtook General Reno, who had halted to make a movement 
to cut off the retreat of a body of rebels numbering between 800 and 
1000, on the left, near Wier's Point and not far from the upper battery. 
Taking a part of his force General Reno pushed on in that direction. 
It being understood that there was a two-gun battery near Shallowbag 
Bay, Colonel Hawkins, with his Zouaves, was dispatched in that 
direction. 

General Foster pushed on at double quick with the Twenty-fourth 
Massachusetts, followed by an adequate force, in the track of the rebels 
who, panic-stricken, were fleeing at the top of their speed, throwing 
away as they went guns, equipments, everything, so that the road for 
miles was strewn with whatever the fugitives could disencumber them- 
selves of Thus was the pursuit kept up for five or six miles, when 
General Foster, as he was close on the heels of the enemy, was met by 
a flag of truce borne by Colonel Pool, of the Eighth North Carolina, 
with a message from Colonel Shaw, of the North Carolina forces and 
now senior officer in command, asking what terms of capitulation 
would be granted. General Foster's answer was, " Unconditional sur- 
render." Colonel Pool wanted to know how much time would be 
granted. " No longer than will enable you to report to your senior." 
Colonel Pool retired, and after waiting for what he supposed was suflB- 
cient length of time without a reply. General Foster commenced closing 
on the enemy, when Major Stevenson, of the Twenty-fourth Massa- 
chusetts, who had gone with Colonel Pool to receive Colonel Shaw's 
answer, appeared with a message that Colonel Foster's terms were 
accepted. The usual forms of capitulation were gone through and 
about 2,000 rebels laid down their arms. They were variously affected. 
Some of them had arrived from Norfolk the same morning and they 
joked and swore by turns at the way they had been led into the trap. 
The celebrated AVise Legion, among the captives, were disposed to be 
considerably uproarious. Some of the officers expressed themselves 
glad that the result was as it was and appeared to be well satisfied. 
As a general thing, utter dismay and astonishment prevailed. Mean- 
while, General Reno had pushed on and come up with a body of about 
800 rebels commanded by General Jordan, who surrendered his entire 
force unconditionally and afterwards stacked their arms in the presence 
of the victors. Colonel Hawkins, finding the two-gun battery on Shal- 
lowbag Bay deserted, took possession of it and shortly after came up 
with a body of rebel fugitives, about 200, whom he took prisoners. 
Wise here undertook to escape in a boat, and with others had moved 
off, when he received three shots, one of them through his lungs, 
wounding him mortally. The batteries which the rebels had con- 



354 THE BATTLE OF ROANOKE ISLAND. 

structed on the island fell with this surrender. Indeed, the surrender 
to General Foster included all the defences and forces on the island. 

After completing the surrender, General Foster immediately returned 
to report the result to General Burnside. At the same time a force 
was started for the Pork Point battery to take it by storm, should it 
hold out. But the rebels had fled ; our troops entered the battery un- 
opposed, and at quarter past four the stars and stripes floated from 
four points of the work. The rebels had already left the two batteries 
above. The expedition against the barricade had pushed its way 
through the waters of Albemarle, and at that moment we had posses- 
sion of that chain of sounds whose strategic importance had been 
recognized and acknowledged on both sides by making it the scene of 
such important operations. Our forces, as they flung out the Union 
banner from Pork Point battery, were welcomed by a burst of cheers 
from the gunboats and transports in the sound. Flag-Officer Golds- 
borough immediately hoisted the signal " The fort is ours," which 
called forth long continued cheers that were responded to by our brave 
men in the battery. Simultaneously with those scenes of triumph 
another was being enacted on the opposite side of the sound, which is 
here about five miles across. The rebel steamer Curlew, which in the 
conflict the afternoon previous had been disabled by a shell exploding 
in her hold, and which, to prevent her sinking, had been run ashore 
under the battery on Redstone Point, was at this moment set on fire 
by the rebels to prevent her falling into our hands. 

The battery and barracks were also set on fire, and a cloud of smoke 
and a sheet of flame rose over the scene. It was the rebel sign that 
all was lost. The other rebel steamers had already disappeared up 
Albermarle Sound. The schooners, which in the morning had landed 
on Wier's Point the rebel force from Norfolk, had suddenly left, taking 
what few men they could snatch from the tide of disaster which was 
sweeping onward. The fire which had been lit at Redstone Point con- 
tinued to burn and illumined the darkened sky. The magazine of 
the battery exploded with the noise of thunder, sending up a sheet of 
flame high in the air, succeeded by a gloom which seemed to render 
the scene symbolic of the rebellion in its last throes. 

Colonel Edward Ferrero, in command of the Fifty-first New York 
Volunteers, which, in company with the Massachusetts Twenty-first, 
took the rebel battery in flank on its right, claims in his report the 
honor, for the company of Captain Wright of his regiment, of first 
planting the American flag in the fort. Lieutenant-Colonel Maggi, in 
command of the Massachusetts regiment, also commemorates the share 
of his men in this crowning incident of the day. After describing the 



A FRIGHTENED CONTRABAND, 355 

passage of the swamp in face of the enemy, he says, in his report to 
General Reno, " At the edge of the swamp and in front of me, was an 
exposed ground of one hundred yards. The regiment once in line, I 
charged that distance and ordered the men to lie down and load, 
covered by a small natural elevation. During that march we suffered 
four or five minutes from a thick fire and lost fifteen men. The bat- 
tery was already flanked. You came and said to me: 'Charge and 
take it !' We arose and did so. At our left flank, were three com- 
panies of the Fifty-first New York. Our State color w^as the first on 
the battery, and afterwards the flag of the Fifty-first, then immediately 
after, our regimental flag. One of our men found in the battery a 
rebel flag with the motto : 'Aut vincere, aut morV " 

Thus was the capture of Roanoke effected ; with what resolution, may 
be estimated from the disparity in the numbers killed and wounded of 
the assailants and defenders. While the Union loss is stated at 50 killed 
and 222 wounded, that of the enemy was 16 killed and 39 wounded. 
The rebels, though opposed by superior numbers, had the advantage 
of fighting from well-guarded positions and behind intrenchments. 

An extraordinary act of bravery is recorded of a gunner's-mate in 
this action. As the Valley City, one of the Union fleet, was engaged 
with the enemy, a shell from their battery entered the vessel and 
exploded by the magazine, where John Davis was passing out powder 
for the guns. Seeing the danger, he protected an open barrel of pow- 
der with his body, actually seating himself upon it, and remained in 
that position till the flames were extinguished. The heroic act was 
reported by Lieutenant Chaplin, the commander of the Valley City, 
to Flag-Officer Goldsborough, who brought it to the notice of the navy 
department, recommending '' the gallant and noble sailor " to special 
consideration. Secretary Welles promptly replied to this commun- 
ication by conferring the appointment on Davis of acting-gunner, a 
substantial promotion, which raised his salary from twenty-five dollars 
a month to a thousand dollars a year. 



A FRIGHTENED CONTRABAND. 



PORTLY young contraband, who escaped from his rebel 
master at Antietam, was engaged by one of our junior staff" 
officers as a body servant. The officer had served gallantly 
at Sharpsburg, where he had lost a leg, below the knee, the 
absence of which had been made up by an artificial limb, which the cap- 
tain wore with so easy a grace that few persons suspected his misfortune. 




350 grierson's great cavalry raid. 

The captain had been " out to dine," and upon retiring, he called 
his servant to assist in pulling off his boots. 

" Now, Jimmy, look sharp," said the captain ; " I'm a little — ic — 
flimsy, Jimmy, t'night. Look sharp, an' — ic — pull steady." 

" I'se allers keerful, cap'n," says Jimmy, drawing off one long wet 
boot, and standing it aside. 

" Now, mind your eye, Jim. The other is a little tight — easy, now — 
that's it. Pull away !" continued the captain, good naturedly, enjoying 
the prospective joke, while he loosened the straps about his waist, 
which held his cork leg up, " now you've got it ! Yip — there you are !" 

" Oh, lord ! oh, lord ! oh, lord /" screamed the captain — as contraband, 
cork leg, riding-boots, and ligatures, tumbled across the tent — and fell 
back upon his pallet, convulsed with spasmodic laughter. At this 
moment the door opened and a lieutenant entered. 

" G'way fum me; g'way fum me; lemmy be ! lemmybe! I ain't 
dun nuffin," yelled the contraband, rushing to the door, really sup- 
posing he had pulled his master's leg clean off. 

" Lemmy go ! I didn't do nuffin — g'way ! g'way !" 

Jimmy put for the woods in desperation, and the probabilities are 
that he is running yet. 



GRIERSON'S GREAT CAVALRY RAID. 




|NE of the most stirring incidents connected with General 
Grant's Vicksburg campaign was the brilliant exploit of 

^j^ Colonel Benjamin H. Grierson, who, with seventeen hun- 
dred horsemen and one battery, rode six hundred miles in 
sixteen days through the heart of the enemy's country, tearing up 
railroads, cutting wires, burning supplies, destroying rebel ammuni- 
tion and arms, and exposing the utter hollowness of the southern 
confederacy. Colonel Grierson, who undertook this hazardous task at 
the special request of General Grant, took with him his own regiment 
(the Sixth Illinois), the Seventh Illinois, and the Second low^a Calvary, 
besides the battery. 

The object of the expedition was to ascertain the strength of the 
confederacy, and to find out by a practical test what resistance it could 
make to an invading force well organized and thoroughly equipped ; 
also to cut off from their base of supplies the confederate forces which 
were guarding Vicksburg. The result proved the weak condition of 
the confederacy, and the other results aimed at were also accomplished. 

Colonel Grierson and his dauntless band of hardy westerners left 



COLONEL GRIERSON's OWN STORY. 357 

La Grange, Tennessee, on the morning of April 17, 1863, and started 
on their southward march. They clung close to the rear of the con- 
federate forces, sometimes in squads and companies, and again re- 
united and sweeping through the country with the rush and destruction 
of a tornado. We are indebted to Colonel Grierson himself for the 
very graphic description of this celebrated raid which follows* 

COLONEL GRIERSON's OWN STORY. 

We moved out on the road about four miles through a dismal swamp 
near belly deep in mud, sometimes swimming our horses to cross 
streams, when we encamped for the night in the midst of a violent rain. 
From this point a battalion was sent four miles to destroy a large 
tannery and shoe manufactory in the service of the rebels. This was 
effectually accomplished. Boots, shoes, leather and machinery were 
destroyed in large quantities, and a rebel quartermaster from Port 
Hudson captured, who was laying in a supply for his command. 
Thence twenty-eight miles, mostly through a dense swamp, the Noxabee 
river bottom, for miles belly deep in water so that no road was dis- 
cernible, to Louisville. The people of the country were taken by sur- 
prise and would not believe us to be anything but confederates. A 
detachment was sent forward to Louisville to picket the town till the 
column had passed, when a guard was left for an hour to prevent per- 
sons leaving with information of the course we were taking, to drive 
out stragglers, preserve order and quiet the fears of the people. They 
had heard of our coming a short time before we arrived, and many had 
left, taking only what they could hurriedly move. The column moved 
quietly through the town without halting and not a thing was dis- 
turbed. Those who remained at home acknowledged that they were 
surprised. They had expected to be robbed, outraged, and have their 
houses burned. On the contrary, they were protected in their persons 
and property. 

After leaving the town we struck another swamp, in which, crossing 
it as we were obliged to do in the dark, we lost several animals drowned, 
and the men narrowly escaped the same fate. Marching until mid- 
night, we halted until daylight at the plantation of Mr. Estus, about 
ten miles south of Louisville. The next morning, April 23d, at day- 
light, we took the road for Philadelphia, crossing Pearl river at a 
bridge about six miles north of the town. This bridge, we were afraid, 
would be destroyed by the citizens to prevent our crossing, and upon 
arriving at Philadelphia we found that they had met and organized 
for that purpose, but hearing of our near approach, their hearts failed 
and they fled to the woods. We moved through Philadelphia, about 



S58 grierson's great cavalry raid. 

three P. M., without interruption, and halted to feed about five miles 
southeast, on the Enterprise road. Here we rested until ten o'clock at 
night, when I sent two battalions of Seventh Illinois cavalry, under 
Lieutenant Blackburn, to proceed immediately to Decatur, thence to 
the railroad at Newton station. With the main force I followed about 
a mile later. The advance passed through Decatur about daylight, 
and struck the railroad about six o'clock A. M. I arrived about an 
hour afterward with the column. Lieutenant -Colonel Blackburn 
dashed into the town, took possession of the railroad and telegraph, 
and succeeded in capturing two trains in less than half an hour after 
his arrival. One of these, twenty-five cars, was loaded with ties and 
machinery, and the other thirteen cars were loaded with commissary 
stores and ammunition, among the latter, several thousand loaded 
shells. These, together with a large quantity of commissary and 
quartermaster's stores, and about five hundred stand of arms stored in 
the town, were destroyed. Seventy-five prisoners captured at this 
point were paroled. The locomotives were exploded and otherwise 
rendered completely unserviceable. Here the track was torn up, and 
■& bridge half a mile west of the station destroyed. I detached a bat- 
talion of the Sixth Illinois cavalry, under Major Starr, to proceed east- 
ward and destroy such bridges, etc., as he might find over the Chunkey 
river. Having damaged as much as possible the railroad and tele- 
graph, and destroyed all government property in the vicinity of New- 
ton, I moved about four miles south of the road and fed the men and 
horses. The forced marches which I was compelled to make in order 
to reach this point successfully, necessarily very much fatigued and 
•exhausted my command, and rest and food were absolutely necessary 
for its safety. 

From captured mails and information obtained by my scouts, I knew 
that large forces had been sent out to intercept our return, and having 
instructions from Major-General Hurlbut and Brigadier-General Smith 
to move in any direction from this point which, in my judgment, 
would be best for the safety of my command and the success of the 
expedition, I at once decided to move south, in order to secure the 
necessary rest and food for men and horses, and then return to La 
<jrrange through Alabama or go on to Baton Rouge, as I might hereafter 
deem best. Major Starr in the meantime rejoined us, having destroyed 
most effectually three bridges and several hundred feet of trestlework 
and the telegraph, from eight to ten miles east of Newton Station. 
After resting about three hours, we moved south to Garlandsville. At 
this point we found the citizens, many of them venerable with age, 
armed with shot guns and organized to resist our approach. As the 



grierson's great cavalry raid. 359 

advance entered the town, these citizens fired upon us and wounded 
one of our men. We charged upon them and captured several. After 
disarming them, we showed them the folly of their actions and released 
them. Without an exception they acknowledged their mistake, and 
declared that they had been grossly deceived as to our real character. 
One volunteered his services as guide, and upon leaving us declared 
that hereafter his prayers should be for the Union army. I mention 
this as a sample of the feeling which existed, and of the good effect 
which our presence produced among the people in the country through 
which we passed. Hundreds who were sulking and hiding away to 
avoid conscription, only awaited the presence of our arms to sustain 
them, when they would rise up and declare their principles; and 
thousands who had been deceived, upon the vindication of our cause, 
returned to loyalty. After a slight delay at Garlandsville, we moved 
southwest about ten miles and camped at night on the plantation of 
Mr. Bender, tw^o miles west of Montrose. Our men and horses having 
become gradually exhausted, I determined on making a very easv 
march the next day, looking more to the recruiting of my weary little 
command than to the accomplishment of any important object; conse- 
quently, I marched at eight o'clock the next morning, and taking a 
west, and varying slightly to a northwest course, we marched about 
five miles and halted to feed at the plantation of Mr. Nicholas. 

After resting until about two o'clock, P. M., during which time I 
sent detachments north to threaten the line of the railroad at Lake 
Station and other points, we moved southwest towards Raleigh, making 
about twelve miles during the afternoon, and halting at dark on the 
plantation of Dr. Mackodora. From this point I sent a single scout, 
disguised as a citizen, to proceed northward to the line of the Southern 
railroad, cut the telegraph, and if possible, fire a bridge or trestle- 
work. He started on his journey about midnight, and when within 
seven miles of the railroad he came upon a regiment of southern 
cavalry from Brandon, Mississippi, in search of us. He succeeded in 
misdirecting them, as to the place he had last seen us, and having 
seen them well on the wrong road, he immediately retraced his steps 
to the camp with the news. When he first met them they were on the 
direct road to our camp, and had they not been turned from their 
course would have come up with us before daylight. From informa- 
tion received through my scouts and other sources, I found that 
Jackson and the stations east, as far as Lake Station, had been rein- 
forced by infantry and artillery, and hearing that a fight was momen- 
tarily expected at Grand Gulf, I decided to make a rapid march, cross 
Pearl river, and strike the New Orleans, Jackson and Great Northern 



3G0 grierson's great cavalry raid. 

railroad at Hazlehurst, and after destroying as much of the road as 
possible, endeavor to get upon the flank of the enemy and co-operate 
with our forces, should they be successful in the attack upon Grand 
Gulf and Port Gibson. Having obtained during this day plenty of 
forage and provisions, and having had one good night's rest, we now 
felt again ready for any emergency. Accordingly, at six o'clock on 
the morning of the 26th, we crossed Leaf river, burning the bridge 
behind us to prevent any enemy who might be in pursuit from fol- 
lowing; thence through Raleigh, capturing the sheriff of that county 
with about three thousand dollars in government funds ; thence to 
Westville, reaching this place soon after dark. Passing on about 
two miles we halted to feed, in the midst of a heavy rain, on the 
plantation of Mr. Williams. After feeding. Colonel Prince, of the 
Seventh Illinois cavalry, with two battalions, was sent immediately 
forward to Pearl river to secure the ferry and landing. He arrived 
in time to capture a courier, who had come to bring intelligence of 
the approach of the Yankees, and orders for the destruction of the 
ferry. With the main column I followed in about two hours. We 
ferried and swam our horses, and succeeded in crossing the whole com- 
mand by two o'clock P. M. As soon as Colonel Prince had crossed his 
two battalions he was ordered to proceed immediately to the New 
Orleans, Jackson and Great Northern railroad, striking it at Hazle- 
hurst. Here we found a number of cars containing about six hundred 
loaded shells and a large quantity of commissary and quartermaster's 
stores, intended for Grand Gulf and Port Gibson. These were 
destroyed, and as much of the railroad and telegraph as possible. 
Here, again, we found the citizens armed to resist us, but they fled 
precipitately on our approach. 

From this point we took a northwest course to Gallatin, four miles, 
thence southwest three and a half miles to the plantation of Mr. 
Thompson, where we halted until the next morning. Directly after 
leaving Gallatin we captured a sixty-four pound gun and a heavy 
wagon-load of ammunition and machinery for mounting the gun, on 
the road to Port Gibson. The gun was spiked and the carriage and 
ammunition destroyed. During the afternoon it rained in torrents 
and the men were completely drenched. At six o'clock the next 
morning, April '28th,'we moved westward ; and after proceeding a short 
distance, I detached a battalion of the Seventh Illinois cavahy, under 
Captain Trafton, to proceed back to the railroad at Bahaia and destroy 
the road, telegraph and all government property he might find. With 
the rest of the command, I moved southwest toward Union Church. 
We halted to feed at two o'clock P. M., on the plantation of Mr. Snyder, 



grierson's great cavalry raid. 361 

about two miles northeast of the church. While feeding, our pickets 
were fired upon by a considerable force. I immediatel}^ moved out 
upon them, skirmished with and drove them through the town, 
wounding and capturing a number. It proved to be a part of Wirt 
Adams' Alabama cavalry. After driving them off we held the town 
and bivouacked for the night. 

After accomplishing the object of his expedition, Captain Trafton 
returned to us about two o'clock in the morning of the 29th, having 
come upon the rear of the main body of Adams' command. The 
enemy having a battery of artillery, it was his intention to attack us in 
front and rear about daylight in the morning ; but the appearance of 
Captain Trafton with a force in his rear changed his purpose, and 
turning to the right he took the direct road to Port Gibson. From 
this point I made a strong demonstration toward Fayette, with a view 
of creating the impression that we were going towards Port Gibson or 
Natchez, while I quietly took the opposite direction, taking the road 
leading southeast to Brookhaven on the railroad. Before arriving at 
this place we ascertained that about 500 citizens and conscripts were 
organized to resist us. We charged into the town, when they fled, 
making but little resistance. We captured over 200 prisoners, a large 
and beautiful camp of instruction, comprising several hundred tents 
and a large quantity of quartermaster's and commissary stores, arms, 
ammunition, etc. After paroling the prisoners and destroying the 
railroad, telegraph and all government property, about dark we moved 
southward, and encamped at Mr. Gill's plantation, about eight miles 
south of Brookhaven. 

The following morning we moved directly south along the railroad, 
destroying all bridges and trestle-work to Bogue Chitto Station, where 
we burned the depot and fifteen freight cars, and captured a very large 
secession flag. Thence we still moved along the railroad, destroying 
every bridge, water-tank, etc., as we passed to Summit, which place 
we reached soon after noon. Here we destroyed twenty-five freight 
cars and a large quantitj'' of government sugar. We found much 
Union sentiment in this town, and were kindly welcomed and fed by 
many of the citizens. Hearing nothing more of our forces at Grand 
Gulf, I concluded to make for Baton Rouge, to recruit my command, 
after which I could return to La Grange through Southern Mississippi 
and West Alabama, or, crossing the Mississippi river, move through 
Louisiana and Arkansas. Accordingly, after resting about two hours, 
we started southwest on the Liberty road, marched about fifteen miles, 
and halted until daylight on the plantation of Dr. Spurlark. The 
next morning w^e left the road and threatened Magnolia and Osyka, 



362 grierson's great cavalry raid. 

where large forces were concentrated to meet us, but instead of attack- 
ing these points, took a course due south, marching through woods, 
lanes and by-roads, and striking the road leading from Clinton to 
Osyka. Scarcely had we touched this road when we came upon the 
Ninth Tennessee cavalry, posted in a strong defile, guarding the 
bridges over Tickfaw river. We captured their pickets, and, attacking, 
drove them before us, killing, wounding and capturing a number. 
Our loss in this engagment was one man killed, and Lieutenant- 
Colonel Wm. D. Blackburn and four men wounded. I cannot speak 
too highly of the bravery of the men upon this occasion, and particu- 
larly of Lieutenant-Colonel Blackburn, who, at the head of his men, 
charged upon the bridge, dashed over, and with undaunted courage, 
dislodged the enemy from his strong position. After disposing of the 
dead and wounded we immediately moved south on the Greensburg 
road, recrossing the Tickfaw river at Edward's bridge. At this point 
we met Garland's rebel cavalry, and, with one battalion of the Sixth 
Illinois and two guns of the battery, engaged and drove them off with- 
out halting the column. The enemy were now on our track in earnest. 
We were in the vicinity of their strongholds, and from couriers and 
dispatches which we captured it was evident they were sending forces 
in all directions to intercept us. The Amite river — a wide and rapid 
stream — was to be crossed, and there was but one bridge by which it 
could be crossed, and this was in exceedingly close proximity to Port 
Hudson. This I determined upon securing before I halted. We 
crossed it at midnight, about two hours in advance of a heavy column 
of infantry and artillery which had been sent there to intercept us. 
We moved on to Sandy Creek, where Hughes' cavalry, under Lieu- 
tenant-Colonel Wilburn, were encamped, and where there was another 
main road leading to Port Hudson. We reached this point at first 
dawn of day, completely surprised and captured the camp, consisting 
of about one hundred and fifty tents, a large quantity of ammunition, 
guns, public and private stores, books, papers and public documents. I 
immediately took the road toward Baton Rouge. Arriving at the 
Comite river, we utterly surprised Stuart's cavalry, who were picket- 
ing at this point, capturing forty of them, with their horses, arms and 
entire camp. Fording the river, we halted to feed within four miles 
of the town. Major-General Augur, in command at Baton Rouge, 
having now, for the first, heard of our approach, sent two companies 
of cavalry, under Captain Godfrey to meet us. We marched into the 
town about three o'clock P. M., and were most heartily welcomed by 
the United States forces at that point. 

Before our arrival in Louisville, Company B of the Seventh Illinois 




qbierson's troopers on their raid. 



gkierson's great cavalry raid. 365 

cavalry under Captain Forbes, was detached to proceed to Macon, on 
the Mobile and Ohio railroad, if possible to take the town, destroy the 
railroad and telegraph, and rejoin us. Upon approaching the place, 
he found it had been reinforced and the bridge over the river destroyed, 
so that the railroad and telegraph could not be reached. He came 
back to our trail, crossed the Southern railroad at Newton, took a 
southeast course to Enterprise, where, although his forces numbered 
only thirty-five men, he entered with a flag of truce, and demanded a 
surrender of that place. The commanding officer at that point asked 
an hour to consider the matter, which Captain Forbes (having ascer- 
tained that a large force occupied the place) granted and improved in 
getting away. He immediately followed us, and succeeded in joining 
the column while it was crossing the Pearl river, at Georgetown. In 
order to catch us he was obliged to march sixty miles per day for 
several consecutive days. Much honor is due to Captain Forbes for 
the manner in which he conducted this expedition. At Louisville I 
sent Captain Lynch, of Company E, Sixth Illinois cavalry, and one 
man of his company, disguised as citizens, who had gallantly volun- 
teered to proceed to the Mobile and Ohio railroad and cut the wires, 
which it was necessary should be done to prevent the information of 
our presence from flying along the railroad from Jackson and other 
points. Captain Lynch and his comrade proceeded towards Macon, 
but meeting with the same barrier which had stopped Captain Forbes, 
could not reach the road. He went to the pickets at the edge of the 
town, ascertained the whole disposition of their forces and much other 
valuable information, and returning, joined us above Decatur, having 
ridden without interruption for two days and nights without a moment's 
rest. All honor to the gallant captain whose intrepid coolness and 
daring characterized him on every occasion. 

During the expedition we killed and wounded about 100 of the 
enemy, captured and paroled over 500 prisoners, many of them 
officers, destroyed between fifty and sixty miles of railroad and tele- 
graph, captured and destroyed over 3,000 stand of arms, and other 
army stores and government property to an immense amount; we 
also captured 1,000 horses and mules. Our loss during the entire 
journey was three killed, seven wounded, five left on the route sick, 
the Sergeant-Major and Surgeon of the Seventh Illinois left, with 
Lieutenant-Colonel Blackburn, and nine men missing, supposed to 
have straggled. We marched over 600 miles in less than sixteen days. 
The last twenty-eight hours we marched seventy-six miles, had four 
engagements with the enemy, and forded the Comite river, which was 
deep enough to swim many of the horses. During this time the men 



866 grierson's great cavalry raid. 

and horses were without food or rest. Much of the country through 
which we passed was ahnost entirely destitute of forage and provisions, 
and it was but seldom that we obtained over one meal per day. Many 
of the inhabitants must undoubtedly have suffered for want of the 
necessaries of life, which had reached most fabulous prices. Two 
thousand cavalry and mounted infantry were sent from the vicinity 
of Greenwood and Grenada northeast to intercept us ; thirteen hun- 
dred cavalry and several regiments of infantry, with artillery, were 
sent from Mobile to Macon, Meridan and other points on the Mobile 
and Ohio road. A force was sent from Canton northeast to prevent 
our crossing Pearl river, and another force of infantry and cavalry 
was sent from Brookhaven to Monticello, thinking we would cross 
Pearl river at that point instead of at Georgetown. Expeditions were 
also sent from Vicksburg, Port Gibson and Port Hudson, to intercept 
us. Many detachments were sent out from my command at various 
places to mislead the enemy, all of which rejoined us in safet3\ Col- 
ton's pocket map of the Mississippi, wdiich, though small, was very 
correct, was all I had to guide me, but by the capture of their couriers, 
dispatches and mails, and the invaluable aid of my scouts, we were 
always able by rapid marches to evade the enemy when they were too 
strong, and whip them when not to large. Colonel Prince, command' 
ingthe Seventh Illinois, and Lieutenant-Colonel Loomis, commanding 
the Sixth Illinois, were untiring in their efforts to further the success 
of the expedition, and I cannot speak too highly of the coolness, 
bravery, and above all the untiring perseverance of the officers and 
men of the command during the entire journey. Without their 
hearty co-operation, which was freely given under the most trying 
circumstances, we could not have accomplished so much with such 
signal success. 

INCIDENTS OF THE RAID. 

Upon one occasion, as the Union troopers were feeding their horses at 
the stables of a wealthy planter of secession proclivities, the proprietor, 
looking on apparently deeply interested in the proceeding, suddenly 
burst out with : 

" Well boys, I can't say I have anything against you. I don't know 
but that on the whole I rather like you. You have not taken any- 
thing of mine except a little corn for your horses, and that you are 
welcome to. I have heard of you all over the country. You are 
doing the boldest thing ever done. But you'll be trapped, though ; 
you'll be trapped, mark me." 

At another place, where the men thought it advisable to represent 



A MEETING AFTER MANY YEARS, 367 

themselves as Jackson's cavalry, a whole company was very graciously 
entertained by a strong secession lady, who insisted on whipping a 
negro because he did not bring the hoecakes fast enough. 

On one occasion, seven of Colonel Grierson's scouts stopped at the 
house of a wealthy planter to feed their jaded horses. Upon ascer- 
taining that he had been doing a little guerrilla business on his own 
account, our men encouraged him to the belief that, as they were the 
invincible Van Dorn cavalry, they would soon catch the Yankees. 
The secession gentleman heartily approved of what he supposed to be 
their intentions, and enjoined upon them the necessity of making as 
rapid marches as possible. As the men had discovered two splendid 
€arriage horses in the planter's stable, they thought under the circum- 
stances they would be justified in making an exchange, which they 
accordingly proceeded to do. 

As they were taking the saddles from their own tired steeds and 
placing them on the backs of the wealthy guerrilla's horses, the pro- 
prietor discovered them, and at once objected. He was met with the 
reply that, as he was anxious the Yankees should be speedily over- 
taken, those after them should have good horses. 

"All right, gentlemen," said the planter; I will keep your animals 
until you return. I suppose you'll be back in two or three days at the 
furthest. When you return you'll find they have been well cared for." 

The soldiers were sometimes asked where they got their blue coats. 
They always replied, if they were travelling under the name of Van 
Dorn's cavalry, that they took them at Holly Springs of the Yankees. 
This always excited great laughter among the secessionists. The 
scouts, however, usually wore the regular " secesh " uniforms. 



A MEETING AFTER MANY YEARS. 




IjOMRADE Charles F. Currie, late of Company H, Fourth New 
Jersey Volunteers, who was confined in the prison pen at 
Belle Isle during the latter portion of 1862, has recently had 
a strange experience which is well worth relating : 
Mr. Currie is now engaged in mercantile pursuits and travels exten- 
sively through the south. In December, 1888, he chanced to stop at a 
hotel in a Georgia town. At the supper table his only table-neighbor 
was a large and fine looking man, whose appearance and manner 
stamped him as a southerner. During the meal the conversation 
turned upon the late unpleasantness, and the southerner incidently 
mentioned that he was on dntv at Belle Isle in 1862. 



368 A MEETING AFTER MANY YEARS. 

" I was there myself," said Mr. Currie, " and I have been looking for 
twenty-six years for one of the officers who was stationed there at 
that time. 

" Who was he," said the stranger, " General Winder ?" 

" No," said Mr. Currie, " not Winder, but a miserable, contemptible 
little whelp of a lieutenant who had charge of the Island shortly after 
I was sent there. If I ever meet him, and I hope I will, either he or 
I will get ruined for life." 

" Why, what did he do to you that caused you to entertain such 
bitter feelings all these years ?" asked the stranger. 

" Well, I will tell you," said Currie, " and I think you will agree 
with me that my hatred is well founded and perfectly excusable. 
When I was imprisoned at Belle Isle I was suffering from a severe 
wound in the leg. As soon as I could crawl I asked the surgeon if I 
could venture to take a bath in the ditcli ; he gave me permission, only 
cautioning me to be careful not to stay in too long. 

"Well, after many efforts I succeeded in getting into a squad of 
prisoners who were going down to bathe, under guard of course. We 
had hardly struck the water when this impudent, insolent, brainless 
travesty upon man — this upstart lieutenant — appeared on the scene 
and ordered us all ashore. We obeyed, naturally, but in consequence 
of my wounded leg and weakness, I was unable to gain the shore as 
quickly as my comrades. When I passed this contemptible, white- 
livered scoundrel of an officer he struck me, actually struck me, sir, wdth 
his sword and swore at me roundly for lagging behind the rest. Every 
fibre of my enfeebled, disabled body rose in indignation and resistance, 
but I was helpless and was forced to swallow the indignity as best I 
could. But the day will come, sir, I hope, when I can repay, measure 
for measure, the brutal and inhuman treatment I received that day." 

The southerner leaned back in his chair with a reminiscent look on 
his face. 

" That was a brutal outrage, sir," said he. " The officer who perpe- 
trated that act richly deserved hanging, and if he had the first instincts 
of a man, he must have long since repented of his hast}' and harsh 
conduct. I now apologize to you for him, and I hope you will cease 
to cherish your just resentment." 

" Well," said Mr. Currie, " I suppose a quarter of a century is pretty 
near long enough to retain hard feelings ; and if I should ever meet 
that officer and he appeared to have really regretted his deed, very 
likely I should readily forgive and forget, if his repentance was evi- 
dently sincere." 

" Do you recollect the name of this officer ?" 



TWO GOOD IRISH STORIES. 369 



" Do I ? Indeed I do ! It was W- 



" Do I look anything like that man you hate and for whose 
gore you thirst ?" 

Currie looked the man over. He was a manly looking fellow with 
a cheerful, open countenance, the v^y picture of good health. More- 
over, he was six feet tall and weighed in the neighborhood of 250 
pounds. Currie didn't feel like mopping the floor with him. 

" No," he exclaimed ; " there is not the slightest resemblance." 

" Well, I am he," said the southerner, extending his hand. " I recol- 
lect the circumstance well. I have never ceased to regret that my youth 
and zealous hatred caused me to so far forget my manhood. Shall 
we shake hands and forget, or shall we go outside and fight it out?" 

A brave soldier is a charitable enemy. They did not fight it out, 
but the pair sat up until midnight chatting about old times. 



TWO GOOD IRISH STORIES. 



SSNE of the Indiana regiments was fiercely attacked by a whole 
lo^ brigade in one of the battles in Mississippi. The Indianians, 
unable to withstand such great odds, were compelled to fall 
back about thirty or forty yards, losing, to the utter mor- 
tification of the officers and men, their flag, which remained in the 
hands of the enemy. Suddenly a tall Irishman, a private in the color 
company, rushed from the ranks across the vacant grounS, attacked 
the squad of rebels who had possession of the captured flag, with his 
musket felled several to the ground, snatched the flag from them, and 
returned safely to his regiment again. The bold fellow was of course 
immediately surrounded by his jubilant comrades, and greatly praised 
for his gallantry. His captain appointed him to a sergeantcy on the 
spot ; but the hero cut everything short by the reply : " Oh ! never 
mind, captain — say no more about it. I dropped my whiskey-flask 
among the rebels, and fetched that back, and I thought I might just 
as well bring the flag along !" 

Two soldiers, belonging to the Second Iowa Cavalry, came into my 
store one day. One of them wanted to buy a silver lever watch, while the 
other only meant to act as an additional judge. I showed them a silver 
lever watch, telling them at the same time that it had thirteen jewels. 

"Do you think," asked the would-be purchaser of his friend, "do 
you think that watch has thirteen jewels ?" 

" Thirteen jewels !" replied that worthy, winking hard at me, " of 
course it has, and there are holes punched for more f 



BATTLE OF FREDERICKSBURG. 




jHE celebrated town of Fredericksburg lies upon a fertile 
plain bordering the south bank of the Rappahannock. On 
the opposite side of the river are bluffs, of no very great 
height, but rising directly from the margin of the stream 
they perfectly command the town and its environs. Back 
of Fredericksburg is a range of hills, rising from the 
plain with a gentle slope, known as Marye's Heights, and 
distant from the river about one mile. These heights also command 
the plain upon which the town is built, but are beyond the range of 
artillery planted on the north side of the river. 

The Rappahannock at this point is about three hundred yards wide, 
and is fordable only in a dry season and at low tide. The little town 
of Falmouth lies opposite Fredericksburg, but is a few miles above. 

The great battle of Fredericksburg, which occurred on Saturday, 
December 13, 1862, was one of the most noteworthy engagements of 
the war, although it was a terrible disaster to the National army. 
While it fully demonstrated the incapacity of the gallant Burnside as 
an army commander, it proved the unswerving bravery of the boys of 
the Army of the Potomac, who marched up that day with unfaltering 
mien into a very valley of the shadow of death, to be mowed down 
like grass in an attempt, insanely conceived, to accomplish a purpose 
which was simply unattainable. No one can deny that the useless 
slaughter on that bloody Saturday must be attributed to a woeful lack 
of judgment on the part of General Burnside ; but in justice to that 
noble officer and Christian gentleman it must also be recorded that he 
manfully assumed all the responsibility himself, and bore the flood of 
criticism alone, not striving to shirk one portion of the odium which 
was heaped upon him. 

PREPARING FOR THE BATTLE. 

General Burnside assumed command of the Army of the Potomac 
on the 10th of November, 1862, relieving General McClellan. He at 
once began reorganizing the army, now 120,000 strong. It was divided 
into three grand divisions, each of two corps. The right was placed 
under General Sumner, the centre under General Hooker, and the left 
under General Franklin, while General Sigel had command of a strong 
force of reserves. The artillery was put into first-class condition, and 
once more the Army of the Potomac was looked upon as invincible. 

But Burnside's plans miscarried. He failed to deceive Lee by his 
(370) 



PKEPARING FOR THE BATTLE. 



371 



feint in the direction of Gordonsville, and when the Union army halted 
on the north bank of the Rappahannock, on November 22nd, Burnside 
and his subordinate officers had the mortification of observing the grim 
batteries of Lee crowning the heights behind Fredericksburg. An 
impassable river rolled its muddy waters before them, the bridges were 




FREDEBICKSBUBG BATTLEFIELD. 



destroyed for miles up and down the stream, and the Union pontoons 
were not yet at hand. Vexatious delays succeeded this disappointment, 
and it was not until December 10th that the Union commander was 
ready to proceed to business. In the meantime, Lee had rendered his 
position impregnable. Three hundred open-mouthed cannon covered 
the town and its approaches, and swept the wide river at long range ; 
the rebel line, crescent shaped, reached around the town, both flanks 
resting on the river, so that a foe occupying the town could be assailed 
on both flanks and front at once. 



372 



THE BATTLE OF FREDERICK fc*BURG. 



Burnside ought to have known that his method of attack could only- 
end in disaster, but he persisted in it nevertheless. 

On the evening of December 10th he made arrangements for laying 
five bridges, three opposite the town and two a mile or so below, the 
latter for the use of Franklin's grand division and the former for 




LAYING PONTOONS UNDER FIRE. 

Hooker and Sumner. Stafford Heights, on the Falmouth side of the 
river, held more than one hundred Union cannon, and these were 
intended to protect the pontoniers in their work. At daybreak, on 
the 11th, work was commenced. 

For a time there was no annoyance, and the pontoniers worked 
diligently under guard of two regiments from Zook's brigade of Han- 
cock's division— the Sixty-sixth and Fifty-seventh New York. The 



CROSSING THE RAPPAHANNOCK. 373 

lower bridges were finished witliout difficulty, and work was rapidly 
progressing on the upper bridges when a galling fire was opened by 
rebel sharpshooters concealed behind the walls and in the buildings 
along the southern shore. This murderous fusillade drove the men 
back to the shelter of the hills, but about six o'clock they returned 
and essayed to complete their labors. A rain of bullets, more destruc- 
tive than the first, rapidly filled the river with floating corpses and 
tinged its turgid waters with the ruddy hue of death. Again the 
brave pontoniers were driven off. 

Burnside ordered the batteries on the heights to open fire upon the 
town and batter it down, if necessary, in order to drive out the con- 
cealed foe. This order was promptly executed. Fifty rounds from 
one hundred guns shook the air. Scores of buildings were reduced to 
splinters and many were set on fire. Another attempt was now made 
to finish the bridges, but, wonderful to relate, the sharpshooters still 
clung to the rocky walls and log barriers along the river bank and 
still poured forth their deadly missiles. 

MICHIGAN AND MASSACHUSETTS VOLUNTEERS. 

Burnside saw that something desperate must be swiftly done. He 
called for volunteers to go across and dispose of the hidden enemy. 
Three regiments of Howard's division — the Nineteenth and Twentieth 
Massachusetts, and the Seventh Michigan — promptly offered their 
services and were dispatched upon their desperate mission. No one 
knew the strength of the foe that would be met. All knew that the 
river was swept by a storm of well-aimed bullets, and that each one 
would probably cost at least one life; but these brave volunteers 
sprang cheerfully into the boats and were soon in the midst of a 
dropping rain of destruction. In a brief space of time the sharp- 
shooters were driven from their shelter and almost a hundred 
of them were captured. The bridges were then completed without 
difficulty. 

CROSSING THE RAPPAHANNOCK. 

The army then began crossing the river, and by the evening of the 
12th, nearly the whole of Burnside's command was south of the Rappa- 
hannock and in full possession of Fredericksburg. But the heights 
beyond, for which Burnside strove, were not to be so easily reached. 
Franklin's grand division, strengthened by two of the best divisions 
from Hooker's command, and now numbering 54,000 men, lay two 
miles below the town. Sumner occupied the town and extended 
through it to the right ; Hooker was in reserve. Such was the position 
of the Union army on the morning of December 13th. 



374 THE BATTLE OF FREDERICKSBURG. 

A dense fog enveloped the river and the plain. Neither combatant 
could see the other. In the early morning Burnside sent his general 
orders to his subordinates. His idea seems to have been to make a 
general attack, hoping, by weight of numbers, to pierce the rebel line 
and seize the heights by direct assault. Burnside's orders to Franklin 
were of such an uncertain and contradictory character that we are 
forced to relieve Franklin from all blame for the terrible blunder on 
the National left. 

THE ATTACK ON THE LEFT. 

With the strong force now under his command, Franklin could 
hardly have failed of his purpose had he attacked Lee's right with all 
possible energy ; but, acting under his interpretation of Burnside's 
orders and plans, he made only an armed reconnoissance, as will be 
seen. Had Franklin taken a little more responsibility at this time, 
and acted upon his own judgment, Burnside might have been saved 
the mortification of an overwhelming defeat. 

Early in the morning Reynolds received instructions to send Meade's 
division forward, Meade to be supported on the right and left, in rear, 
by the divisions of the same corps under Gibbon and Doubleday. 
Meade and Doubleday had about 5000 men each, while Gibbon swelled 
the entire attacking party to some 16,000 men. 

By ten o'clock the fog had lifted, and Meade, advancing with dif- 
ficulty over the rugged country, came upon Stuart's horse artillery, well 
posted along the old Richmond road. For thirty minutes a desperate 
struggle raged, when Doubleday came up and Meade continued to push 
ahead while Doubleday engaged Stuart. Meade's progress is now easy ; 
not a foe to be seen or heard, but soon the brave Pennsylvanians find 
themselves far in advance of their supports and under a galling fire, 
reserved for them until now, which assails them from every side. They 
are exposed to a cross fire at close range, the enemy's projectiles actually 
crossing each other within our ranks. A halt is made, and the Union 
guns reply to those of the foe. A terrible artillery duel progresses for 
some time. Gibbon has deployed to Meade's right, and Birney's divi- 
sion of Stoneman's corps has come flying to the scene. Soon the rebel 
batteries slacken their fire and the critical moment has come. Reynolds 
orders Meade to attack and drive the enemy with cold steel. 

MEADE's PENNSYLVANIANS TO THE FRONT. 

There is no time to pause and consider. A decided advantage has 
been gained temporarily, and it must be improved. The ground is 
covered with the dead and dying, but they can take no heed of them 
now. On rush the Pennsylvanians in the face of a storm of grape. 



THE SLAUGHTER ON THE RIGHT WING. 375 

canister and bullets. The confederate general, Brockenborough, is 
forced to retire in haste, and a powerful battery that has harassed the 
Nationals for hours is overrun and silenced. Meade's advance, under 
Sinclair, is soon across the railroad, over the hill, and up to Lee's new 
military road, which he had constructed in the rear of his position. 
The first confederate line has been pierced, and with proper support 
Meade can now accomplish the defeat of Lee's army. But no help is 
at hand. Meade has been bold beyond discretion and is now almost 
unsupported. Doubleday is away back on the Richmond road ; Gibbon 
and Birney are far in the rear, and Franklin's headquarters are be- 
yond reach. Oh, for the 30,000 fresh troops that Franklin has lying 
idle ! With one-half of them here, Meade could cut the rebel army 
in two. 

As matters stand, Meade may be thankful to withdraw his thinned 
division without suffering annihilation. He has attacked Gregg and 
his South Carolina veterans, routed them and killed their commander, 
when he sees his great peril. The confederates re-form and return to 
the attack with fresh reinforcements. Meade's wearied troops are 
obliged to fall back. It is a most unequal combat now. Meade's 
tired soldiers, while making a dignified retreat, are actually staggering 
and reeling from the fierce onslaught of the ever multiplying con- 
federates. Swell's splendid division of Early's corps is flung with 
crushing weight on Meade's exposed flank. This blow is too much 
for Meade's bleeding battalions and they fall back in disorder and with 
heavy loss, across the railroad, where they are saved from total destruc- 
tion by the timely assistance of Birney. 

The latter made a gallant charge and turned the tide of battle once 
more, but he could not re-open the breach that Meade had made. At 
three o'clock the fighting was over. All that Meade had accomplished 
through the heroism of his dauntless division had been hopelessly lost 
for want of efficient generalship, and Franklin, by obeying Burnside's 
orders instead of following his own judgment, had lost the chance that 
might have won for him the title of the "hero of Fredericksburg." 
Meanwhile bloody work was being done on the plains before Marye's 
Heights. 

THE SLAUGHTER ON THE RIGHT WING. 

We have already described the topography of the town of Fredericks- 
burg and its surroundings. The range of hills generally known as 
Marye's Heights, is from one-half mile to a mile and one-half back 
from the river. The intervening plain, including the part on which 
the town is built, is flat or gently rolling. 

Sumner's grand division occupied the town, and extended toward 



376 THE BATTLE OF FREDERICKSBUKG. 

Franklin's riglit. The Second Corps (Couch) formed tlie National 
right, and the Ninth Corps (Wilcox) lay between Couch and 
Franklin. 

Shortly after midday, when the mists had disappeared, a full division 
of the Second corps was seen emerging from the town into the open 
plain. This was French's division, the brigades being commanded 
by Anderson, Palmer and Kimball. Already the confederate cannon 
were dropping shot and shell into the heart of Fredericksburg, but as 
French's column came into view the rebel guns were trained upon his 
warlike ranks, and shot and shell fell fast and thick upon the advanc- 
ing host. Close upon the heels of French came Hancock, while How- 
ard's division was held within easy supporting distance. 

While the rebel batteries were thus dropping a rain of bursting iron 
upon our assaulting party, the Union guns on Stafford Heights opened 
fire upon the distant rebel cannon, but the range was too great and 
the shot fell short, threatening to do more damage to friend than foe. 
The effort was therefore abandoned, and the Union assault became 
one of mere infantry against combined artillery and infantry. 

No words can fitly describe the carnage that followed. The Union 
advance was simply a mad rush into the jaws of death. The officers 
knew it, and so did the men, but there was no faltering — no poltroon- 
ery. On rushed the bold assailants, French in the lead and Hancock 
close behind. The rebel cannon were handled with rare skill and 
precision. Longstreet says that the gaps torn in our lines could be 
distinctly seen from his own position a mile away. At the base of 
Marye's Hill was a stone wall, behind which was placed a strong force 
of rebel infantry. As French's boys come within forty yards of the 
fence they are met by a withering musketry fire, which reduces the 
first line to a corporal's file. One more volley from the stone wall, 
and the other two brigades of French have disappeared as completely 
as though the earth had swallowed them, Hancock is now to the 
front. Some of French's regiments re-foi-m and join him, and again 
the brave boys charge on the stone wall. 

Useless! the triumphant confederates, safe in their rocky shelter, 
shout and yell in defiance and derision. Meagher, with true Irish 
determination, throws his gallant battle-scarred Irish brigade against 
this unyielding rock again and again, but all in vain. Fifteen min- 
utes pass: Hancock's division is torn to shreds, nearly one-half of its 
members are gone, and not an inch df ground has been gained. 
Howard tries to create a diversion by sending Getty and Sturgis across 
Hazel Run to make an attack on the enemy's right, but the only 
appreciable result is to increase the list of killed and wounded. 



hooker's last assault. 377 

Thus did the attack by our right wing keep pace with the failure of 
the attack by our left; for at two o'clock Sumner's assault had proved 
to be a failure, and Meade had been compelled to withdraw from his 
well-earned position within the enemy's lines. 

Everybody excepting Burnside was willing to admit defeat, but the 
general-in-chief, although fully aware of the reverses he had sustained 
and the almost utter impossibility of dislodging Lee from his position 
on Marye's Heights, strode mechanically up and down on the sward 
surrounding his headquarters, his eye fixed on Marye's Hill, girt with 
flame, and repeating with terrible emphasis, "That crest must be 
carried to-night !" 

Hooker had been instructed to support the attack of French and 
Hancock. He had fully prepared to do so, and was rapidly coming into 
shape for action when he learned from those commanders themselves 
the fate of their noble divisions. Hooker, whom no man can accuse 
of cowardice, tried in vain to persuade Burnside to rescind his order, 
even going to him personally to plead the case; but Burnside was in- 
exorable, and pointing to Marye's Hill he exclaimed with intense 
earnestness, '* TJiat crest must he carried to-night 1" 

hooker's last assault. 

Hooker returned to his post. It was now four o'clock, and but little 
of daylight remained. He attempted to execute ihe orders he had 
received from his chief. How well he succeeded may be judged by 
his own words, as follows : • 

" I proceeded against the barrier as I would against a fortification, 
and endeavored to break a hole sufficiently large for a ' forlorn hope ' 
to enter. Before that, it seemed to me, the attack along the line had 
been too general — not sufficiently concentrated. I had two batteries 
posted on the left of the road, within four hundred 3''ards of the position 
on which the attack was to be made, and I had other parts of batteries 
posted on the right of the road at a distance of live hundred or six 
hundred yards. I had all these batteries playing with great vigor 
until sunset upon that point, but with no apparent effect upon the 
rebels or upon their works. During the last part of the cannonading 
I had given directions to General Humphrey's' division to form, under 
the shelter which a small hill afforded, in column for assault. 

"When the fire of the artillery ceased, I gave directions for the 
enemy's works to be assaulted. Humphreys' men took off their over- 
coats, knapsacks and haversacks. They were ordered to make the 
attack with empty muskets, for there was no time to load and fire. 
When the word was given the men moved forward with great impet- 



378 ESCAPE FKOM LIBBY PRISON. 

aosity. They ran and hurrahed, and I was much encouraged by the 
great good feehng that pervaded them. 

" The head of Humphreys' column advanced to within perhaps 
fifteen or twenty yards of the stone wall, which was the advanced 
position held by the rebels, and then they were thrown back as rapidly 
as they had advanced. Probably the whole of the advance and the 
retiring did not occupy fifteen minutes. They left behind, as was 
reported to me, 1760 of their number, out of four thousand." 

This will give an idea of the terrible slaughter. Hooker fell back 
about twilight, having lost, as he says, " about as many men as I was 
ordered to sacrifice." 

Darkness closed the struggle, which, to the National cause, was one 
of the most disastrous of the war. The Union losses aggregated more 
than 13,000, while the confederate losses were considerably less than 
half that number. 



ESCAPE FROM LIBBY PRISON. 




^URING the latter months of 1863, the Union officers con- 
fined in the Libby Prison, at Richmond, Va., conceived the 
idea of effecting their own exchange, and after the matter 
had been seriously discussed by some seven or eight of them, 
they undertook to dig for a distance toward a sewer running into the 
basin. This they proposed to do by commencing at a point in the 
cellar, near a chimney. This cellar was immediately under the hos- 
pital, and was the receptacle for refuse straw, thrown from the beds 
when they were changed, and for other refuse matter. Above this 
hospital was a room for officers, and above that, yet another room. 
The chimney ran through all these rooms, and the prisoners who were 
in the secret improvised a rope, and night after night let working 
parties down, who successfully prosecuted their excavating operations. 

TUNNELING UNDER DIFFICULTIES. 

The dirt was hid under the straw and other refuse matter in the 
cellar, and it was trampled down so as not to present so great a bulk. 
When the working party had got to a considerable distance under 
ground it was found difficult to haul the dirt back by hand, and a 
spittoon, which had been furnished the officers in one of the rooms, 
was made to serve the purpose of a cart. A string was attached to it 
and it was run into the tunnel, and as soon as filled, was drawn out 
and the dirt deposited under the straw, but after hard work and digging 



TUNNELING UNDER DIFFICULTIES. 379 

with finger nails, knives and chisels, a number of feet, the working 
party found themselves stopped by piles driven in the ground. These 
were at least a foot in diameter. But they were not discouraged. Pen- 
knives, or any other articles that would cut, were called for, and after 
chipping, chipping, chipping for a long time, the piles were severed, 
and the tunnellers commenced again, and in a short time reached 
the sew^er. 

But here an unexpected obstacle met their further progress. The 
stench from the sewers and the flow of filthy water was so great that 
one of the party fainted, and was dragged out more dead than alive, 
and the project in that direction had to be abandoned. The failure 
was communicated to a few others besides those who had first thought 
of escape, and then a party of seventeen, after viewing the premises 
and surroundings, concluded to tunnel under Carey street. On the 
opposite side of this street from the prison was a sort of a damaged 
house or out-house, and the project was to dig under the street and 
emerge from under or near the house. There was a high fence around 
it, and the guard w^as outside of this fence. The prisoners then com- 
menced to dig at the other side of the chimney, and after a few hand- 
fuls of dirt had been removed they found themselves stopped by a stone 
wall, which proved afterward to be three feet thick. The party were 
by no means daunted, and with penknives and pocketknives they 
commenced operations upon the stone and mortar. 

After nineteen days and nights of hard work they again struck the 
earth beyond the wall, and pushed their work forward. Here too 
(after they had got some distance under ground), the friendly spittoon 
was brought into requisition, and the dirt was hauled out in small 
quantities. After digging for some days, the question arose whether 
they had not reached the point aimed at, and in order to, if possible, 
test the matter. Captain Gallagher, of the Second Ohio regiment, pre- 
tended that he had a box in the carriage-house, over the water, and 
desired to search it out. This carriage-house, it is proper to state, was 
used as a receptacle for boxes and goods sent to prisoners from the 
North, and the recipients were often allowed to go, under guard, across 
the street to secure their property. Captain Gallagher was granted 
permission to go there, and as he walked across under guard, he, as 
well as he could paced off the distance, and concluded that the street 
was about fifty feet wide. 

On the 6th or 7th of February, 1864, the working party supposed 
they had gone a sufficient distance, and commenced to dig upwards. 
When near the surface they heard the rebel guards talking above Lhem, 
and discovered they were some two or three feet yet outside the fence. 



380 ESCAPE FROM LIBBY PRISON. 

The displacing of a stone made considerable noise, and one of the 
sentries called to his comrade and asked him what the noise meant. 
The guards, after listening a few minutes, concluded that nothing was 
WTong, and returned to their beats. This hole was stopped up by- 
inserting into the crevice a pair of old pantaloons filled with straw, 
and bolstering the whole up with boards, which they secured from the 
floors, etc., of the prison. The tunnel was then continued only six or 
seven feet more, and when the working party supposed they were 
about ready to emerge into daylight, others in the prison were informed 
that there was a way now open for escape. One hundred and nine of 
the prisoners decided to make the attempt to get away. Others 
refused, fearing the consequences if they were recaptured ; and others 
yet declined to make the attempt, because, as they said, they did not 
desire to have their government back down from its enunciated policy 
of exchange. 

SUCCESS AT LAST. 

About eight o'clock on the evening of the 9th the prisoners started 
out, Colonels Streight, of Indiana, and Rose, of New York, leading the 
van. Before starting, the prisoners had divided themselves into squads 
of two, three and four, and each squad was to take a different route, 
and after they were out, were to push for the Union lines as fast as 
possible. It was the understanding that the working party was to 
have an hour's start of the other prisoners, and consequenth^, the rope 
ladder in the cellar was drawn out. Before the expiration of the hour, 
however, the other prisoners became impatient, and were let down 
through the chimney successfully into the cellar. 

Colonel W. P. Kendrick, of West Tennessee; Captain D. J. Jones, of 
the First Kentucky Cavalry, and Lieutenant R, Y. Bradford, of the 
Second West Tennessee, were detailed as a rear guard, or rather to go 
out last ; and from a window Colonel Kendrick and his companions 
could see the fugitives walk out of a gate at the other end of the 
inclosure of the carriage house, and fearlessly move off. The aperture 
was so narrow that but one man could get through at a time, and each 
squad carried with them provisions in a haversack. At midnight a 
false alarm was created, and the prisoners made a considerable noise 
in getting to their respective quarters. Providentially, however, the 
guard suspected nothing wrong, and in a few moments the exodus 
was again commenced. Colonel Kendrick and his companions looked 
with some trepidation upon the movements of the fugitives, as some of 
them, exercising but little discretion, moved boldly out of the inclosure 
into the glare of the gas light. Many of them were, however, in 
citizen's dress, and as all the rebel guards wear the United States nni- 



THROUGH THE VIRGINIA SWAMPS. 381 

form, but little suspicion could be excited, even if the fugitives had 
been accosted by a guard. 

Between one and two o'clock the lamps were extinguished in the 
streets, and then the exit was more safely accomplished. There were 
many officers who desired to leave who were so weak and feeble that 
they were dragged through the tunnel by main force and carried to 
places of safety, until such time as they would be able to move on 
their journey. At half-past two o'clock Captain Jones, Colonel Ken- 
drick and Lieutenant Bradford passed out in the order they were 
named, and as Colonel Kendrick emerged from the hole he heard the 
guard within a few feet of him sing out, " Post No. 7, half-past two in 
the morning, and all's well." Colonel Kendrick says he could hardly 
resist the temptation to retort, " Not so well as you think, except for 
the Yanks." Lieutenant Bradford, who was intrusted with the pro- 
visions for his squad, and could not get through with his haversack 
upon him, was therefore obliged to leave it behind. 

Once out, they proceeded up the street, keeping in the shade of the 
buildings, and passed eastwardly through the city. 

A description of the route pursued by this party, and of the tribula- 
tions through which they passed, will give some idea of the rough 
time they all had of it. Colonel Kendrick had, before leaving the 
prison, mapped out his course, and concluded that the best route to 
take was the one towards Norfolk or Fortress Monroe, as there were 
fewer rebel pickets in that direction. 

THROUGH THE VIRGINIA SWAMPS. 

While passing through the swamp near the Chickahominy, Colonel 
Kendrick sprained his ankle and fell. Fortunate, too, was that fall 
for him and his party, for while he was lying there one of them 
chanced to look up, and saw in a direct line with them a swamp bridge, 
and in the dim outline they could perceive that parties with muskets 
were passing over the bridge. They therefore moved some distance 
to the south, and, after passing through more of the swamp, reached 
the Chickahominy about four miles below Bottom Bridge. Here now 
was a difficulty. The river was only twenty feet wide, but it was very 
deep, and the refugees were worn-out and fatigued. Chancing, how- 
ever, to look up. Lieutenant Bradford saw that two trees had fallen on 
either side of the river, and that their branches were interlocked. 
By crawling up one tree and down the other, the fugitives reached 
the east bank of the Chickahominy, and Colonel Kendrick could not 
help remarking that he believed Providence was on their side, else 
they would not have met with that natural bridge. 



382 



ESCAPE FROM LIBBY PRISON. 



They subsequently learned, from a friendly negro, that had they 
crossed the bridge they had seen they would assuredly have been re- 
captured, for Captain Turner, the keeper of Libby Prison, had been 
out and posted guards there, and, in fact, had alarmed the whole 
country and got the people up as a vigilance committee to capture 
the escaped prisoners. 

After crossing over this natural bridge, they lay down on the 
ground and slept until sunrise on the morning of the 11th, when they 
continued on their way, keeping eastwardly as near as they could. 




ESCAPING PKISONEES FED BY NEGROES. 



Up to this time they had had nothing to eat, and were almost famished. 
About noon of the 11th, they met several negroes, who gave them 
information as to the whereabouts of the rebel pickets, and furnished 
them with food. 



AIDED BY THE NEGROES. 



Acting under the advice of these friendly negroes, they remained 
quietly in the woods until darkness had set in, when they were fur- 
nished with a bountiful supper by the negroes, and after dark pro- 



AIDED BY THE NEGROES. 383 

ceeded on their way, the negroes (who everywhere showed their friend- 
ship to the fugitives) liaving first directed them how to avoid the 
rebel pickets. That night they passed a camp of rebels, and could 
plainly see the smoke and camp-fire. But their wearied feet gave out, 
and they were compelled to stop and rest, having only marched seven 
miles that day. 

They started again at daylight, on the 13th, and after moving 
awhile through the woods, they saw a negro woman working in a field, 
and called her to them, and from her received directions, and were 
told that the rebel pickets had been about there, looking for the fugi- 
tives from Libby. Here they laid low again, and resumed their 
journey when darkness set in and marched five miles, but halted 
until the morning of the 14th, when the journey was resumed. 

At one point they met a negro in the field, and she told them that 
her mistress was a secesli woman, and that she had a son in the rebel 
army. The party, however, were exceedingly hungry, and they deter- 
mined to secure some food. This they did by boldly approaching the 
house, and informing the mistress that they were fugitives from Nor- 
folk, who had been driven out by Butler, and the secesh sympathies of 
the woman were at once aroused, and she gave them of her substance, 
and started them on their w^ay with directions how to avoid the Yankee 
soldiers, who occasionally scouted in that vicinity. This information 
was exceedingly valuable to the refugees, for by it they discovered the 
whereabouts of the Federal forces. 

When about fifteen miles from Williamsburg, the party came upon 
the main road, and found the tracks of a large body of cavalry. 
A piece of paper found by Captain Jones satisfied him that they were 
Union cavalry, but his companions were suspicious, and avoided the 
road and moved forward, and at the " Burnt Ordinary " (about ten 
miles from Williamsburg) awaited the return of the cavalry that had 
moved up the road. From behind a fence corner where they were 
secreted, the fugitives saw the flag of the Union, supported by a squad- 
ron of cavalry, which proved to be a detachment of Colonel Spear's 
Eleventh Pennsylvania regiment, sent out for the purpose of picking 
up escaped prisoners. 

The party rode into Williamsburg with the cavalry, where they 
were quartered for the night, and where they found eleven others who 
had escaped safely. Colonel Spear and his command furbished the 
ofiicers with clothing and other necessaries. 

At all points along the route was their reception by the negroes 
most enthusiastic, and there was no lack of white people who sympa- 
thized with them, and helped them on their way. 



384 



THE BATTLE OF COLD HARBOR. 



BATTLE OF COLD HARBOR. 



22[(gN the midst of a fog and drizzling rain, on the morning of June 
^fl^ 3, 1864, the gallant boys of Meade's army moved swiftly 
ki and silently upon the confederate works at Cold Harbor. A 
broad, open, undulating field, more than half a mile in 
wadth, separated the combatants. Through the mist and fog, in the 
dim morning light, the ranks of gray and rows of steel could be 
faintly perceived. Two days before, a futile attempt to drive the enemy 
from his position had cost a loss of over two thousand men, but the 
dauntless spirit of the chief commander was now infused into every 
heart that beat beneath a coat of blue. No sign of wavering could be 
seen as the serried lines burst forth again upon the foe. 




MAP OF COLD HARBOR BATTLEFIELD. 



The onset was terrific, and on a scale of magnitude surpassing any- 
thing yet witnessed during the w^ar; and well might it be so, for the 
resistance was equally grand and determined. It is perhaps safe to 
say that no such shock of battle was ever before experienced in warfare. 
When we reflect that within a brief space of time — estimated as not 
more than twenty minutes, and probably not more than ten — an im- 
portant battle was fought and lost at an expense of 15,000 men killed 
and wounded, we can get some idea of the fierce intensity of the en- 
gagement. It differed from all the other battles of the war, inasmuch 
as it was of such brief duration that the struggle became a memory 
almost as soon as it became an experience. 

Hancock, who held the National left wdth the Second corps, moved 
forward promptly, the divisions of Gibbon and Barlow ahead and 
Birney supporting. Barlow encountered the enemy in front of his 
works in a hollow. Forming his division in two lines, Barlow dis- 



THE BATTLE OF COLD HARBOR. 



385 



lodged the foe and drove him back into the works, capturing several 
hundred prisoners, a battle-flag and three cannon. But the rebels 
re-formed and returned before Barlow's second line could support his 
advance, and charging back with desperate energy, Hill drove Barlow 
out of the works and back nearly a hundred yards. Barlow here made 
a stand, re-formed his lines, and repulsed his assailants. In the mean- 
time. Gibbon's division had got stuck in a swamp, but pressing 
resolutely forward, they charged brilliantly through a fiery storm of 







■^^iff^^ 



VIEW OF THE BATTLEFIELD AT COLD HARBOR. 

lead and also reached the enemy's outer works. Colonel McMahon, 
who was gallantly leading his brigade, reached the parapet and planted 
his colors upon it, but the next moment the brave McMahon fell, 
mortally wounded, and his men were swept bleeding backward, leaving 
their dying commander in the hands of the enemy. Gibbon lost many 
other officers, including Colonels Haskell, Porter, Morris and McKean, 
while General Tyler was severely wounded. The loss of the Second 
corps reached a figure above 3,000 in a very few minutes, and, 
although Hancock's brave boys reached and occupied the rebel 
works, they could not maintain a lodgment there. 

On the right and center, matters were in a similar condition. 
Wright and Smith advanced brilliantly to the assault, met with 
apparent temporary success, and were then repulsed with frightful 



386 VALUE OF PRESENCE OF MIND. 

loss, falling back over the blood-red field to a point but little in 
advance of the original position. On the right, Warren used his artil- 
lery with good effect, but his line was so thin that he made little or no 
efforts to join in the infantry attack. Burnside did not move at the 
appointed time, and when he expressed his readiness, a few hours 
later, the attack on the confederate right had already taken its place 
on the list of battles lost. 

The most notable incident connected with the battle of Cold Harbor 
was the unanimous refusal of the troops to renew the attack. Grant 
was determined to make a second effort, later in the day, to accomplish 
the object of the morning assault, and Meade, after considerable 
objection, at last issued the necessary orders to each corps commander. 
The orders were communicated in the ordinary way to subordinates, 
and through them to the ranks. The time for the contemplated 
attack came and passed. Not a man stirred. Probably no such 
event ever occurred on a battlefield before or since. The men knew 
that a renewed attack simply meant additional needless butchery, 
and their silent but emphatic "No!" gave a striking proof of the 
courage and intelligence of the American Volunteer Soldier — who is 
ever ready to obey the proper commands of his officers, but who still 
retains the heaven-given right to think for himself. 



VALUE OF PRESENCE OF MIND. 



^^^APTAIN Strong, of the Second Wisconsin regiment, gives the 
ii(BjM following account of his escape from rebel captors, which 
will be read with interest. It is as follows : 

As I was passing through a thicket, I was surrounded by 
six rebel soldiers — four infantry and two cavalry. The footmen were 
poorly dressed and badly armed, having old rusty altered muskets. 
The cavalry were well mounted and well armed. 

Seeing I was caught, I thought it best to surrender at once. So I 
said : " Gentlemen, you have me." 

I was asked various questions as to who I was, where I was going, 
what regiment I belonged to, etc., all of which I refused to answer. 

One of the footmen said : " Let's hang the blasted Yankee scoun- 
drel," and pointed to a convenient limb. 

Another said, " No, let's take him to camp and hang him there." 
One of the cavalry, who seemed to be the leader, said, " We will 
take him to camp." 

They then marched me through an open place — two footmen in 



A RECENT VISIT TO LIBBY PRISON. 387 

front, two in the rear, and a cavalry man on each side of me. I was 
armed with two revolvers and my sword. After going some twenty 
rods, the sergeant who was on my right, noticing my pistols, com- 
manded me to halt and give them up, together with my sword. 

I said, "Certainly, gentleman," and immediately halted. As I 
stopped, they all filed passed me, and of course were in front. 

We were at this time in an open part of the woods, but about sixty 
yards in the rear was a thicket of undergrowth. Thus everything was 
in my favor. I was quick of foot and a passable shot. Yet the design 
of escape was not formed until I brought my pistol pouches to the 
front part of my body, and my hands touched the stocks. The grasp- 
ing of the pistols suggested my cocking them as I drew them out. 
This I did, and the moment I got command of them I shot down the 
two footmen nearest me — about six feet off — one with each hand. I 
immediately turned and ran toward the thicket in the rear. 

The confusion of my captors was apparently so great that I had 
nearly reached cover before shots were fired at me. One ball passed 
through my left cheek, passing out of my mouth. Another one — a 
musket ball — went through my canteen. 

Immediately upon this volley, the two cavalry separated, one to my 
left, to cut off my retreat — the remaining two footmen charging directly 
toward me. I turned when the horsemen got up, and fired three or 
four shots ; but the balls flew wild. I still ran on — got over a small 
knoll, and had nearly reached one of our pickets, when I was headed 
off by both of the mounted men. 



A RECENT VISIT TO LIBBY PRISON. 




S^OMRADE Charles F. Currie, to whom we are indebted for 
[^^ much valuable information regarding the southern prison 
pens, paid a visit to his old quarters in Libby Prison in the 
fall of 1888, just before the building was demolished, and his 
account thereof is very interesting : 

While passing the building one afternoon he observed a number 
of gentlemen enter, and, joining them, soon found his way to the upper 
room, and to the very pillar around which he passed so many anxious 
days and sleepless nights in 1862. He knew exactly the spot on the 
pillar where he had cut his name, but unfortunately it was too dark 
to distinguish anything. Striking a match, he made a careful exam- 
ination, and there, sure enough, was the old inscription — "C. F. Currie, 
Co. H., 4th N. J. Vol." What a flood of recollections came trooping 



388 A RECJiNT VISIT TO LIBBY PRISON. 

back, of dismal days and horrible nights — of pain, suffering and 
hunger — of murdered companions — of all that is ghastly and sorrowful ! 

But Mr. Currie was not long left to his meditations. The light had 
attracted the notice of the others, and they soon surrounded him. 
Some were southerners — a few were Northern men. All were interested 
in him and in his story. They pressed him for details ; they showed 
the liveliest interest and sympathy, mingled with surprise. 

" Gentlemen," said Mr. Currie, " if you can find me a shovel, I think 
I can show you other relics that will be even more interesting." 

The shovel w^as produced, and after scraping away the accumulated 
dirt of years, Mr. Currie found on the floor the outlines of the old 
checker-board used by himself and mates tw^enty-six years before. 

" I have no doubt," said Mr. Currie, " that you could find fifty ' char- 
coal sketches ' by scraping all these floors. And another thing : on every 
brick in these walls, to a height of seven feet from the floor, is inscribed 
the name, rank and regiment of from one to three Union prisoners." 

" It is a pity they are all obliterated," said one of the gentlemen ; 
" but these walls have all been whitewashed several times since the war." 

So they had, but careful chipping with a penknife removed the outer 
scales of whitewash, and underneath were found the inscriptions as 
indicated. Every member of the party took a hand in the search, and 
not one failed to find what he was seeking. Hundreds of names were 
discovered, as clear and distinct as the day they were inscribed — pathetic 
mementos of the dark days of 1862-5. 

By this time tiie party had been joined by a merchant of Richmond, 
who announced that he had been one of the prison-guards during the 
war. He w^as introduced to Mr. Currie, to whom he said : 

" Come down to our store and I will show you something that will 
interest you." 

The invitation was accepted, and the merchant brought forth an old 
journal which was used by a general merchandise house in Richmond 
during 1864-5. How things did run into money in those days ! Fancy 
paying $5 a pound for yellow soap, $9.85 a pound for common lard, 
$40 a pound for coffee, $7.50 per yard for muslin, $20 each for glass 
tumblers, $72 a cord for wood, $75 for a pair of shoes, $50 a gallon for 
molasses, $17 a pound for sugar, or $375 a barrel for flour! and yet 
these are samples of the prices there shown. 

The journal showed running accounts with " President " Davis and 
other high officials of the confederacy, and is a very interesting relic. 
After much persuasion the merchant was induced to part with the book, 
and Mr. Currie brought it home as a souvenir. We are indebted to 
him for the privilege of reproducing afac simile page from this journal, 
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BATTLE OF MALYERN HILL. 










T Malvern Hill was collected the whole Army of the 
Potomac, with all its artillery', to give battle once 
more to the vigilant foe, who, though defeated in 
every battle of the seven days' fight except one, 
'■^^<^^^^ (Gaines' Mills) were victorious in the campaign. 
^''Y^ Flushed with the knowledge of our retreating, the 
sight of our dead, the capture of many of our 
wounded, and the spoils of the field, they, in spite of their terrible 
losses, almost looked upon it as a triumf)liant march, and believing 
they had driven us to the water's edge, they considered our capture or 
annihilation as certain ; and so confident were they of this, that Jeffer- 
son Davis, accompanied by the officials of his government, visited 
the army " to receive the sword of McClellan," 

Malvern Hill is an elevated plateau, about a mile and a half by 
three-fourths of a mile in area, mostly clear of timber, and with 
several converging roads crossing it. In front are numerous ravines, 
and the ground slopes gradually towards the north and east to a 
heavy woods, giving clear range for artillery in those directions. 
Towards the northwest the plateau falls off more abruptly into a 
ravine, which extends to James river. Upon this hill the left and 
center of our line rested, while the right curved backwards through a 
wooded country towards a point below Haxall's on the James river. 

DISPOSITION OF THE UNION FORCES. 

The left of the line was held by the Fifth corps. General Porter, 
consisting of the divisions of Sykes and Morell, of Warren's, Buchanan's 
and Chapman's brigades, and Griffin's, Martindale's and Butterfield's 
brigades. The artillery of the two divisions was advantageously 
posted, and the artillery of the reserve so disposed on the high ground 
that a concentrated fire of some sixtj'- guns could be brought to bear 
on any point in its front or left. Colonel Tyler had also succeeded in 
getting ten of his siege guns in position on the highest point of the 
hill. Couch's division was placed on the right of Porter; next came 
Kearney and Hooker ; next Sedgwick and Richardson ; next Smith 
and Slocum ; then the remainder of Keyes' corps, extended by a back- 
ward curve nearly to the river. The Pennsylvania Reserves were 

(389) 



390 THE BATTLE OF MALVERN HILL. 

held in reserve, and stationed behind Porter's and Couch's position. 
One brigade of Porter's was thrown to the left on the low ground to 
protect that flank from any movement direct from the Richmond road. 
The line was very strong along the whole front of the open plateau, 
but from thence to the extreme right the troops were more deployed. 
This formation was imperative, as from the position of the enemy his 
most obvious line of attack would come from the direction of Richmond 
and White Oak swamp, and would almost necessarily strike upon the 
left wing. Commodore Rogers, commanding the flotilla on James 
river, placed his gunboats so as to protect this flank and to command 
the approaches from Richmond. The right wing was rendered as 
secure as possible by slashing the timber and by barricading the roads. 
There was posted upon different parts of the field, and in some places 
tier above tier, about two hundred and fifty pieces of artillery. 

THE OPENING ENGAGEMENT. 

About ten o'clock in the morning, July 1, 1862, the enemy emerged 
from the woods on the opposite side of the plain and commenced feel- 
ing along the whole left w^ing, with his artillery and skirmishers. 
This was promptly responded to by our artillery, and in about one 
hour the firing on both sides nearly ceased. An ominous stillness, 
indicating the manoeuvering and placing in position of troops, now 
followed, preparatory to the terrific struggle that was soon to take 
place. About two o'clock a column of the enemy was observed moving 
towards our right, within the skirt of woods in front, beyond the range 
of our artillery. Although the column was long, occupying more 
than two hours in passing, it disappeared and was not again heard of. 
It probably returned by the rear, and participated in the attack after- 
wards made on the left. 

During this long silence our troops lay quietly upon the field, eat- 
ing their scanty rations, and enjoying the rest they had not known 
for so long. Thus the day wore on wath but little animation until 
about three o'clock, when a heavy fire of artillery was opened on 
Kearney's left and Couch's division, near the center of the line, fol- 
lowed by a brisk attack of infantry on Couch's front. This was 
immediately responded to by our artillery, but Couch's infantry 
remained lying on the ground until the enemy had advanced within 
musketry range, when they sprang to their feet and poured in a deadly 
volley that broke and drove them back with considerable slaughter. 
They were followed for nearly half a mile, where our line halted and 
occupied a much stronger position, resting upon a thick clump 
of trees. 



RENEWING THE ATTACK. 391 

RENEWING THE ATTACK. 

This affair occupied about one hour, when the firing ceased over the 
whole field, and the enemy evinced no disposition either to attack nor 
withdraw. About six o'clock, the enemy suddenly opened upon 
Couch and Porter with the whole strength of his artillery, and at once 
began pushing forward his columns of attack to carry the hill. Now 
opened one of the most desperate and sanguinary battles ever fought 
upon this continent. Brigade after brigade, formed under cover of 
the woods, started at a run to cross the open space and charge our 
batteries, but the heavy fire of our guns, with the cool and steady vol- 
leys of the infantry, in every case sent them reeling back to shelter, 
and covered the ground with their dead and wounded. But fresh 
lines were again hurled forward with a desperation and recklessness 
seldom witnessed before. No troops ever acted with more desperate 
courage than the enemy did upon that occasion, but like the storm- 
lashed ocean, madly dashing its billows against a rock-bound shore, 
they were hurled back broken and confused, but to unite and return 
again to the assault. From batteries upon batteries were vomited 
forth sheets of flame and smoke, whose storms of grape and canister 
mowed down the columns of advancing valor, leaving vast gaps, that 
were filled up by the mad and infuriated masses. To add to the 
terror of the slaughter, the gunboats in the river opened with their 
11-inch guns, throwing their elongated shells into the woods which 
were densely packed with the enemy, tearing into splinters the largest 
trees, and destroying whole companies at once. 

About seven o'clock, as fresh troops were being pushed in by the 
enemy, Meagher and Sickles were sent in with their brigades to relieve 
such regiments as had expended their ammunition, and batteries from 
the reserve were pushed forward to replace those whose boxes were 
empty. Until dark the enemy persisted in his efforts to take the posi- 
tions so tenaciously defended ; but despite his vastly superior numbers, 
his repeated and desperate attacks were repulsed with fearful loss. 
The sun went down, but the carnage did not cease, for though the 
musketry closed, the fiery messengers of death coursed their swift- 
winged path through the skies, dealing destruction among the enemy, 
who but feebly replied. It was after nine o'clock before all firing 
ceased. Never was a repulse more signal, the confused masses of the 
enemy's infantry, artillery and cavalry all struggling together, chok- 
ing the roads and crossing the fields in every direction. So complete 
was the confusion, that one or two days elapsed before the men of the 
different regiments and commands could be collected together and put 
in shape, and it has been ascertained upon competent authority that 



392 THE BATTLE OF MALVERN HILL. 

with twenty thousand fresh troops McClellan could have marched into 
the confederate capital without difficulty. 

A VICTORY WITH NO SPOILS. 

Although the result of the battle of Malvern Hill was a complete 
victory, it was, nevertheless, necessary to fall back to a position below 
City Point, as the channel there was so near the southern shore that it 
would not be possible to bring up the transports, should the enemy 
occupy it. Besides, the line of defence was too extended to be main- 
tained by our weakened forces, and the supplies of food, forage and 
ammunition being exhausted, it was imperatively necessary to reach 
the transports immediately. 

While an advancing army loses nothing in men and material by 
capture, it is necessarily the reverse with a retreating one ; besides, 
though it may be successful in every battle, it loses the advantages of 
following up its victories, which are transferred to the enemy. Though 
this naturally has the tendency of weakening the morale of an army, 
such did not appear to be the case with ours, for the men went into 
every one of the many and protracted battles in most excellent spirits, 
and with full confidence of victory. 

SOME POINTED COMMENTS. 

Throughout the whole struggle the Union and confederate troops 
displayed upon every field the most desperate bravery and indomit- 
able courage, and learned by the noble qualities they discovered to 
respect eacli other. Never upon the field did we see an act of cruelty 
done, and the testimony of our wounded, and the surgeons who 
remained with them, was to the universally kind treatment they 
received from the privates of the enemy. It is to be regretted that the 
same cannot be said of their ofiicers, and all unite in testifying to the 
bitter animosity and heartlessness shown by the non-combatants and 
civilians. 

On the day of the battle of Malvern Hill a large number of citizens 
from Richmond visited the battle-field of New Market cross-roads, 
anticipating the pleasure of seeing our army surrender. None of them, 
however, showed the least disposition to assist our wounded, though 
to satisfy their curiosity they walked among them, and were very 
inquisitive and rude in their inquiries, and some of them were shame- 
less enough even to steal their canteens and cups — articles that then 
were more than gold to the helpless fellows, who lay for days after- 
wards upon the field, burning with fever and without a mouthful of 
water to quench tlieir thirst. One man, and we are sorry to say he 



LEW Wallace's division at shiloh. 393 

was a minister of the Gospel, so far forgot the precepts of his Master, 
the Prince of Mercy, and the better feelings of his heart — if he ever 
had any — in his bitter hatred of Union soldiers, as to commence 
upbraiding as "mercenaries" and "hirelings" the poor wounded 
sufferers, some of whom had lost their limbs, and others from 
whose wounds maggots were crawling. When suffering all the 
anguish that mortals are heir to, when faint with the loss of blood 
and nervous excitement, this individual, clothed in the sacred garb 
of religion, taunted and denounced these poor creatures over whom 
the guardian angels of heaven were weeping. It is with un- 
feigned pleasure that we contrast with this the conduct of Doctor 
Hill Carter, a most worthy and estimable gentleman, whose house was 
also used as a hospital for our wounded. Doctor Carter, though a 
secessionist, not only put all he had at the disposal of our surgeons^ 
but he and his family assisted, to the utmost of their ability, to 
alleviate the sufferings of the wounded, and their kindness will ever 
be remembered with gratitude by those whose sufferings they allevi- 
ated. All the wounded were subsequently removed to Richmond,, 
though some of them not until a week afterwards, they lying upon 
the field during that time exposed to the burning rays of the sun of 
the day, and the cold dews of the night. Some of these, whose 
wounds were undressed, died on the road, and one relates the fiendish 
expression of an ambulance driver; "that corduroy roads were bully 
to haul wounded Yankees over." 



LEW WALLACE'S DIVISION AT SHILOH. 




ji^ENERAL Lewis Wallace's Third division, of Ohio, Indiana 
and Missouri troops, composed of the three brigades com- 
manded by Colonels Morgan L. Smith, John M. Thayer, 
and Charles Whittlesey, after an arduous day's march from 
Crump's Landing on Sunday, in which they had been compelled to 
change their course by the falling back of the forces the}^ were coming 
to support, were, about one o'clock on Monday morning, ready for 
battle on the extreme right. Shortly after daybreak a portion of his 
artillery drove a battery of the enemy from an opposite bluff, and the 
division moved forward over the ground gained. I was then, says 
General Wallace in his official report, at the edge of an oblong field 
that extended in a direction parallel with the river. On its right was 
a narrow strip of wood, and beyond that lay another cleared field, 
square and very large. Back of both fields to the north was a range 



394 LEW Wallace's division at shiloh. 

of bluffs, overlooking the swampy low grounds of Snake creek, heavily 
timbered, broken by ravines, and extending in a course diagonal with 
that of my movement. An examination satisfied me that the low 
grounds afforded absolute protection to my right flank, being impassa- 
ble for a column of attack. The enemy's left had rested on the bluffs, 
and as it had been driven back, that flank was now exposed. I resolved 
to attempt to turn it. For that purpose it became necessary for me to 
change front by a left half wheel of the whole division. While the 
movement was in progress, across a road through the woods at the 
southern end of the field we were resting by, I discovered a heavy 
column of rebels going rapidly to reinforce their left, which was still 
retiring, covered by skirmishers, with whom mine was engaged. 
Thompson's battery was ordered up and shelled the passing column 
with excellent eflfect, but while so engaged he was opened on by a 
full battery planted in the field just beyond the strip of woods on the 
right. He promptly turned his guns at the new enemy. A fine 
artillery duel ensued, very honorable to Thompson and his company. 
His ammunition giving out in the midst of it, I ordered him to retire, 
and Lieutenant Thurber to take his place. Thurber obeyed with such 
alacrity that there was scarcely an intermission in the fire, which con- 
tinued so long and with such warmth as to provoke the attempt on 
the part of the rebels to change their position. Discovering the inten- 
tion, my first brigade was brought across the field to occupy the strip 
of woods in front of Thurber. The cavalry made the first dash at the 
battery, but the skirmishers of our Eighth Missouri poured an unex- 
pected fire into them, and they retired pell-mell. Next the infantry 
attempted a charge ; the first brigade easily repelled them. All this 
time my whole division was under a furious cannonade, but being 
well masked behind the bluff or resting in the hollows of the wood, 
the regiments suffered but little. 

CHARGING DOWN THE OPEN FIELD. 

A handsome line of battle now moved forward on my left to engage 
the enemy. I supposed it to be Sherman's troops, but was afterwards 
otherwise informed. Simultaneously mine was ordered to advance, 
the first brigade leading. Emerging from the woods, it entered the 
second field I have mentioned, speedily followed by the second brigade, 
when both marched in the face of the enemy aligned as regularly as if 
on parade. Having changed front, as stated, my movement was now 
diagonal to the direction originally started on, though the order was 
still en echelon, with the center regiment of each brigade dropped 
behind in its place in line as a reserve. While thus advancing, Colonel 



A CRITICAL POSITION. 395 

Whittlesey, as appears from his report, in some way lost his position, 
but soon recovered it. The position of the enemy was now directly 
in front, at the edge of the woods fronting and on the right of the 
open field my command was so gallantly crossing. The ground to be 
passed getting at them dipped gradually to the center of the field, which 
is there intersected by a small run well fringed with willows. Clear- 
ing an abrupt bank beyond the branch, the surface ascends to the 
edge of the woods held by the enemy, and was without obstruction, but 
marked by frequent swells that afforded protection to the advancing 
lines, and was the secret of my small loss. Over the branch, up the 
bank, across the rising ground, moved the steady first brigade; on its 
right, with equal alacrity, marched the second; the whole in view, 
their banners gaily decking the scene. The skirmishers in action all 
the way cleared the rise, and grouped themselves behind the ground 
swells within seventy-five yards of the rebel lines. As the regiments 
approached them, suddenly a sheet of musketry blazed from the woods, 
a battery opened upon them. About the same instant, the regiments 
supporting me on the left fell hastily back. To save my flank, I was 
compelled to order a halt. In a short time, however, the retiring regi- 
ments rallied, and repulsed the enemy, and recovered their lost 
ground. My skirmishers meanwhile clung to their hillocks, sharp- 
shooting at the battery. Again the brigades advanced, their bayonets 
fixed for a charge. But, pressed on their flank, and so threatened in 
front, the rebels removed their guns, and fell back from the edge of 
the woods. In this advance Lieutenant-Colonel J. Gerber was killed, 
and it is but justice to say of him, " No man died that day with more 
glory ;" yet many died, and there was much glory. Captain McGaflSn 
and Lieutenant Southwick, of the same regiment, also fell — gallant 
spirits, deserving honorable recollection. Many soldiers equally brave 
perished, or were wounded on the same field. 

A CRITICAL POSITION. 

It was now noon, and the enemy having been driven so far back, 
the idea of flanking them further had to be given up. Not wishing to 
interfere with the line of operations of the division to my left, but 
relying on it for support, my front was again changed, the movement 
beginning with the first brigade, taking the course of attack precisely 
as it had been in the outset. While the manceuver was being effected, 
a squadron of rebel cavalry galloped from the woods on the right, to 
charge the flank temporarily exposed. Colonel Thayer threw forward 
the Twenty-third Indiana, which, aided by an oblique fire from a 
company of the First Nebraska, repelled the assailants with loss. Scarcely 



396 LEW Wallace's division at shiloh. 

had the front been changed, when the supporting force on the left 
again gave way, closely followed b}' the masses of the enemy. My 
position at this time became critical, as isolation from the rest of the 
army seemed imminent. The reserves were resorted to. Colonel 
Woods, with his regiment, was ordered into line on the left. The 
remnant of a Michigan regiment sent me by General McClernand was 
dispatched to the left of Woods. Thurber galloped up, and was posted 
to cover a retreat, should such a misfortune become necessary. Before 
the dispositions could be effected, the Eleventh Indiana, already en- 
gaged with superior numbers in its front, was attacked on its left flank ; 
but wheeling backward three companies of his endangered wing, 
Colonel McGinnis gallantly held his ground. Fortunately, before the 
enemy could avail themselves of their advantage by the necessary 
change of front, some fresh troops dashed against them, and once more 
drove them back. For this favor my acknowledgements are especially 
due to Colonel August Willich and his famous regiment. Pending 
this struggle. Colonel Thayer pushed on his command and entered the 
woods, assaulting the rebels simultaneously with Colonel Smith. Here 
the Fifty-eighth Ohio and the Twenty-third Indiana proved themselves 
fit comrades in battle with the noble First Nebraska. Here, also, the 
Seventy-sixth Ohio won a brilliant fame. The First Nebraska fired 
away its last cartridge in the heat of the action. At a word, the 
Seventy-sixth Ohio rushed in and took its place. 

VICTORY AT LAST. 

Off to the right, meanwhile, arose the music of the Twentieth and 
Seventy-eighth Ohio, fighting gallantly in support of Thurber, to whom 
the sound of rebel cannon seemed a challenge no sooner heard than 
accepted. From the time the wood was entered, /orward was the only 
order. And step by step, from tree to tree, position to position, the 
rebel lines went back, never stopping again — infantry, horse and 
artillery all went back. The firing was grand and terrible. Before 
us was the Crescent regiment of New Orleans — shelling us on the right 
was the Washington artillery of Manassas renown, whose last stand 
was in front of Colonel Whittlesey's command. To and fro, now in 
my front, then in Sherman's, rode General Beauregard, inciting his 
troops, and fighting for his fading prestige of invincibility. The des- 
peration of the struggle may be easily imagined. When this was in 
progress, far along the lines to the left the contest was raging with 
equal obstinacy. As indicated by the sounds, however, the enemy 
seemed retiring everywhere. Cheer after cheer rang through the 
woods. Each man felt the day was ours. About four o'clock the 



morgan's raid through OHIO. 397 

enemy to my front broke into rout, and ran through the camps occu- 
pied by General Sherman on Sunday morning. Their own camp 
had been established about two miles beyond. There, without halting, 
they fired tents, stores, etc. Throwing out the wounded, they filled 
their wagons full of arms (Springfield muskets and Enfield rifles) 
ingloriously thrown away by some of our troops the day before, and 
hurried on. After following them until nearly niglitfall, I brought 
my division back to Owl creek, and bivouacked it. The conduct of 
Colonel M. L. Smith and Colonel John M. Thayer, commanding 
brigades, was beyond the praise of words. Colonel Whittlesey's was 
not behind them. To them all belong the highest honors of victory. 



MORGAN'S RAID THROUGH OHIO. 




(HERE are few of the older residents of southern Indiana 
and Ohio, who do not well remember the daring raid of 
the rebel general J. H. Morgan, which occurred during the 
early days of July, 1863. This bold raid was projected 

during the latter part of June, and its leader made a careful selection 

of the troops who were to accompany him. 

MORGAN ON THE MOVE. 

His command being strengthened by several picked regiments from 
the confederates in Tennessee, about 3,000 cavalry in all, with a bat- 
tery of artillery. General Morgan set out on the 27th of June from 
Sparta, in the northern portion of the state, and by a rapid march 
entered Kentucky, reaching the Cumberland in the vicinity of James- 
town. Here he was watched by a brigade of cavalry, with artillery, 
under Colonel Wolford, but managed, on the night of the 2nd of July, 
to cross the river lower down at Barksville, the water being high, 
improvising a number of flats for the occasion. There was some 
skirmishing with the Union cavalry guarding the fords, and in the 
vicinity of Columbia, whither the enemy proceeded, encountering a 
reconnoitering party under Captain Custer, of the First Kentucky, 
who, making the attack, was himself mortally wounded and his men 
driven back towards Jamestown. Morgan then moved on to Green 
river, where, on the morning of the 4th, he found his progress 
arrested at the turnpike bridge by 200 of the Twenty-fifth Michigan 
cavalry, under Colonel Moore, in an intrenched position. Being sum- 
moned to surrender, the Union commander replied, " If it were any 



398 morgan's raid through ohio. 

other day. I might consider the summons, but the Fourth of July is 
a bad day to talk about surrender, and I must therefore decline." 
The enemy then attacked the rifle-pits and abatis of timber, and were 
repulsed with heavy loss. One of Morgan's officers, Captain Cunning- 
ham, in a narrative of the expedition, states the number of killed and 
wounded on his side at about sixty. " Of Morgan's command," says 
he, " the gallant Colonel Chenault fell pierced through the head with 
a minie ball as he led his men in a charge upon the rifle-pits. The 
lion-hearted Major Brent also poured out his life-blood upon the field. 
Indeed, this was the darkest day that ever shone upon our command. 
Eleven commissioned officers were killed, and nine wounded." 

THROUGH KENTUCKY. 

The enemy, after this disaster, crossed above at New Market, and 
made their way thence to Lebanon, which they reached on the morn- 
ing of the fifth. They found the town garrisoned by about 400 of the 
Twentieth Kentucky, under Colonel Hanson, who, placing his men 
under shelter in the depot and other buildings, kept up a contest of 
seven hours with the enemy before he was compelled, by their artillery 
setting fire to the houses, to surrender. His loss was slight. In this 
attack the rebel Lieutenant-Colonel Morgan, a brother of the General, 
was killed. He was" the idol of the command," says Captain Cunning- 
ham ; and when befell, "loud and deep were the maledictions that 
ascended against the cowardly cravens for seeking shelter in dwelling- 
houses; and the question was raised as to their right to receive 
quarter." General Morgan, it is said, "with true southern chivalry, 
rode up to Colonel Hanson, after the surrender, and pulled him 
violently by the beard, and threatened to shoot him." The town was 
sacked, and Morgan's command freely supplied with arms and ammu- 
nition from the captured regiment. From Lebanon the enemy pro- 
ceeded to Springfield, on their way towards the Ohio. Colonel Alston, 
Morgan's chief of staff", being detained by paroling the prisoners, was 
captured by a squad of Union cavalry. At Bardstown, on the sixth, 
twenty men of the Fourth United States cavalry were surprised, and 
after defending themselves in a stable while their ammunition lasted, 
surrendered. At Shepherdsville, on Salt river, Morgan stopped a 
passenger train from Louisville. Twenty soldiers in the cars were 
captured, and the express and mail matter, with the valuables of the 
passengers, freely pillaged. Passing through Lawrenceville, the com- 
mand reached Brandenburg, on the Ohio, on the 7th of July, a place 
which it is said had many southern sympathizers among its inhabitants. 
There they were speedily enabled to cross the river by gaining pos- 



CROSSING THE OHIO RIVER. 399 

session of two steamboats which came along opportunely for their 
purposes. The first which made its appearance from below, the J. S. 
McComb, they drew to the landing, hailing her from the wharf-boat 
at the shore. On her reaching the boat, a concealed body of the rebels 
hurried on board, and took possession without a struggle. Half an 
hour afterward, the Alice Dean, a large side-wheel steamer, came in ■ 
sight, when the pilot of the McComb was made to signal her for 
assistance. On the vessels approaching each other, a crowd of Morgan's 
men boarded the Alice Dean and again quietly took possession. ''As 
soon as their smart ruses had succeeded," says our narrator, " the 
rebels set about having a good time. The contents of the safes and 
storerooms, the silverware of the Dean, the bed blankets, all found 
new owners. The bars were, of course, points of special attraction, and 
commissioned officers stationed themselves behind them, dispensing 
the liquors as long as the stock lasted." 

CROSSING THE OHIO RIVER. 

On the morning of the 8th, the crossing commenced on the 
two boats. There was some resistance offered to their passage by 
a company of home-guards, with a single gun, from Leavenworth, in 
the vicinity, on the Indiana shore. The party, however, was speedily 
overpowered when Morgan's advance landed. The guards were cut 
up or captured, and their Parrott gun taken. Two Union gunboats, 
from Louisville, during the crossing made their appearance on the 
river, and opened fire on the steamboats; but having only five-second 
fuses, and not being able to encounter the rifled guns of the rebels, 
withdrew from the contest. On the morning of the 9th, Morgan's 
entire force was landed on the Lidiana shore, when the Alice Dean, 
valued at $60,000, was burnt by his orders, the McComb being spared. 
The Union force which was gathering on the track of Morgan in full 
pursuit — Colonel Wolford, with his brigade from Jamestown, joining 
Generals Hobson and Shackleford at Springfield — arrived at Branden- 
burg just after the crossing of the enemy. General Hobson was in 
command, his entire force of Kentucky and Ohio cavalrj^ and mounted 
infantry, Avith a howitzer battery and section of artillery, numbering 
about 3,000. General Judah's division, three regiments of Indiana, 
Kentucky and Illinois infantry, with two regiments of Michigan 
cavalr3^, were also summoned from southern Kentucky, but not arriv- 
ing from Louisville till after Morgan had crossed the Ohio, were sent 
up the river in boats to intercept the rebels on their retreat. General 
Hobson immediately crossed the river at Brandenburg, landed his 
force on the Indiana side before dawn of the 10th. The rapid and 



400 morgan's raid through ohio. 

subsequent movements of Morgan, though he injflicted great damage 
by the way, were in reality so many efforts to escape from his pur- 
suers. The alarm was speedily sounded through the department. 
Governor Morton, of Indiana, called the people of the State to arms, 
and the response was universal. In Ohio, Governor Tod was equally 
on the alert. Large war meetings were held at Columbus, Ohio, and 
Indianapolis, Indiana. At Louisville, Kentucky, on the recommenda- 
tion and under the direction of General Boyle, measures were taken tc 
organize the citizens to resist the enemy. At Cincinnati, Genera 
Burnside was in consultation with the authorities, providing for th( 
defence of the city. Troops were being gathered on all sides to resist 
or intercept the invaders. Yet, for two weeks, Morgan, by his bold- 
ness and skill, managed to keep ahead of his pursuers, traversing the 
highways of Indiana and Ohio, and ravaging some of the best points 
of those States. 

PILLAGING TOWNS AND VILLAGES. 

His first demonstration after crossing at Brandenburg was upon 
Corydon, the capital of Harrison county, Indiana, about fifteen miles 
due north from the river, and about twenty west of Louisville. 
The invaders, burning and destroying along the way, reached this 
place late in the afternoon of the 9tli. About 200 home-guards 
showed fight, but the rebels closing in upon them from all sides, 
were obliged to surrender, after killing and wounding nine of 
Morgan's men and losing themselves fifteen. The town was then 
sacked, and some 300 horses confiscated. Mr. Glen, the minister, and 
two other brave men, fired upon the rebels from their houses, for 
which they were killed. Their property was burned. There Morgan 
inaugurated a new system of levying contributions, by forcing parties 
to save their property from destruction by paying large ransoms. 
Three mill-owners paid $1,000 each in this way. Camping for the 
night near Corydon, Morgan marched next morning upon Salem, 
where he arrived about ten o'clock. 

Here Col. Steff"na, an ex-army officer, had collected several hundred 
militia, mostly mounted, but surrendered himself and his command 
as soon as the rebel artillery show^ed signs of opening fire upon the 
town. Pillaging was again indulged in without restraint, Morgan 
looking on from a hotel porch with a cigar in his mouth. Here, more 
citizens were killed upon slight provocation, and $1,000 per head col- 
lected from three additional millers. The depot, five cars, and several 
small bridges and the water-tnnks along the railroad w^ere destroyed, 
but the damage was all repaired in twenty-four hours. There, as at 



PILLAGING TOWNS AND VILLAGES. 401 

Corydon, the citizens were compelled to cook for the rebels. At four 
o'clock they left Salem, going northwardly towards Vienna, where they 
burned another railroad bridge, and bivouacked until morning. From 
Vienna they kept to the north, through Lexington and Paris to 
Vernon, on the Ohio and Mississippi railroad, where they arrived on 
the evening of the 12th. Colonel Lowe held this point with about 
1,200 militia. Morgan summoned him to surrender, when he replied, 
*' Come and take me." Morgan then ordered him to remove the 
women and children previous to the bombardment of the town. A 
removal was made, but instead of attacking, the rebels left under 
cover of the night, after doing the railroad as much injury as they 
could. While Morgan was about Vernon, a detachment of 100 rebels 
who had become separated from the main body made an effort to 
rejoin it by crossing the river at Eighteen Mile Island, above- Louis- 
ville. Forty-seven managed to swim over, but were captured near 
Charleston. Nineteen men and forty-four horses were on the island, 
when the gunboat there discovered them, and prevented their crossing 
by shelling until General Manson, 'on his way up the river with a 
brigade of Judah's Division, could land a company and take them 
prisoners. Twenty-five swam back to the Kentucky bank. 

From before Vernon, Morgan proceeded to Dupont station, on the 
Madison and Indianapolis railroad, ten miles southeast of Vernon, 
where he burned one large and two small bridges. Next he made for 
Versailles, reaching it about noon on the 12th. The town was made 
to suffer as much from depredations as any yet passed. The county 
treasurer was relieved of $5,000 by Morgan, who sarcastically regretted 
that the county was so poor as not to have any more money on hand. 
Another small force, meantime, had burned two railroad bridges 
and stations along the railroad. From Versailles the rebels moved 
eastward, via Pierceville, and bivouacked on the night of the 
12th at a settlement known as Moore's Hill, about thirty-five miles 
northwest of Cincinnati. At one o'clock in the morning they left their 
bivouac, making for the northeast. They crossed the Indianapolis 
and Cincinnati railroad at Weisberg station, where they had a skirmish 
with home-guards, and then marched, via Dover, to Harrison, on the 
State line, making their noon halt at the latter place. The rebels not 
only uniformly plundered the stores, public offices and private houses 
of the town, but also the farm houses along the route. The last part 
of this infamous business was transacted principally by squads sent to 
the right and left to gather up horses, provisions and forage. Many 
buggies, rockaways and carriages were now added to the caravan. 
Finding plenty of liquor in the towns, many of them kept in a con- 



402 morgan's raid through ohio. 

stant state of inebriation and conducted themselves like savages, 
insulting and threatening everybody, discharging their pieces in every 
direction, riding about wildly with unearthly whoops and yells. 

CLOSE pursuit BY THE FEDERAL CAVALRY. 

Fast as Morgan moved, at the rate of forty to fifty miles a day, Gen- 
eral Hobson followed him with great swiftness, although laboring under 
serious disadvantages. He made Corydon at ten o'clock on the 10th, 
and halted in the evening onl}^ two miles west of Salem, having trav- 
elled during that day no less than fifty miles. Resuming the march 
at five o'clock, he camped the night of the 11th at Vienna, where 
he kept trotting almost without rest in the track of the rebels, until 
Versailles was reached at five o'clock on the 13th, and Harrison on 
the evening of the same day. At this point. General Hobson had 
reduced the distance between himself and his game to less than half a 
day's march. Both Hobson and Morgan had their respective com- 
mands considerably reduced in this race through Indiana by the loss 
of men who gave out on the road. Many of our cavalry were likewise 
obliged to remain behind, from inability to remount themselves after 
running down their horses. In this respect, Morgan had decidedly 
the advantage over his pursuers. He had the first chance at the stables 
on his route, and improved it so thoroughly as to leave but few 
animals within easy range to replace the worn-out ones of our troopers. 
Again, Morgan, by first drafts upon the pantries and barns, deprived 
the inhabitants to a great extent of the means of readily feeding the 
chasing men and beasts, thereby impairing their efficiency and causing 
loss of time in necessitating foraging tours off" the roads. Strongly 
loyal as the people of southern Indiana proved themselves, by liberally 
dispensing to our troops all they had left in provisions and forage, and 
aiding them otherwise in every way they could, they would have really 
assisted them much more effectually than they did, under the impulse 
of fear, to the demands made upon them by the rebels. If they had 
only forced them to take everything they wanted, instead of carrying 
it to them, the pursuers would have been upon them much sooner. 
That the rebel requisitions were filled with such relative alacrity was 
mainly due to the fact that the heads of families had mostly hurried to 
the militia rendezvous, and that only old men, women and children 
were at home. The comet-like swiftness with which Morgan traversed 
the southern portion of the State — he passed through in less than four 
days — made it impossible for the military authorities to make proper 
use against him of the immense militia force assembled at various 
points along the line of the raid. 



SWINGING AROUND CINCINNATI. 403 

ON THROUGH THE BUCKEYE STATE. 

As a prairie fire before the wind, tlie universal excitement and rising 
in arms of the people of the threatened regions spread to Ohio, as 
the enemy advanced towards her border. Governor Tod, as their 
intention to invade his State became manifest, like Governor Morton, 
called upon the militia to meet at once in their several counties and 
repair to certain general points of rendezvous, for the purpose of repell- 
ing the insolent foe. The call was answered no less enthusiastically 
than in Indiana. The direction of Morgan's movements coupled with 
the exaggerated reports of his strength, having given rise to not un- 
reasonable apprehensions that the enemy might attempt a coup de 
main against Cincinnati, the people of the Queen City prepared for 
her defence as vigorously as they did in the days of Kirby Smith's 
imaginary advance in force towards the Ohio. On Saturday and 
Sunday, the 11th and 12th, between 10,000 and 12,000 men were 
organized into regiments. Major Harris — previously an acting 
brigadier and one of the most able, energetic and determined officers 
in the Army of the Ohio — issued a call for 3,000 mounted volunteers 
to intercept the rebels, and in less than twenty-four hours that number 
had reported to him. For want of horses, arms and equipments, 
however, his plan failed of execution. On the morning of the 13th, 
General Burnside proclaimed martial law, requiring business to be 
suspended and every able-bodied man to join some organization for 
the defence of the city. Part of General Judah's division and several 
regiments from Lexington arriving on that and the previous day, the 
safety of the city was fully assured. 

SWINGING AROUND CINCINNATI. 

The rebels, after a brief rest at Harrison, entered Ohio on the after- 
noon of the 13th, after burning the bridge across White Water behind 
them. Fearing interference with their operations from Cincinnati, 
probably as much as the city people expected an attack from them, 
they made for the Great Miami over several roads running close te 
each other, to save time in crossing and reunite on its left bank. They 
crossed on the Miamitown, New Baltimore and Coleraine bridges, and 
continuing on after burning them, bivouacked for the night not more 
than ten miles northeast of Cincinnati. Early next morning they 
passed through Glendale and Springdale, where the stables, stores and 
residences were made to furnish them the usual contributions. Near 
the former place they crossed the Cincinnati, Hamilton and Dayton 
railroad without inflicting much injury. 

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404 morgan's raid through ohio. 

found the larger number of government mules usually kept there were 
gone. After a short halt at Springdale, they moved on through Sharon 
and Reading in a southeasterly direction, to Montgomery. There they 
contemplated a visit to Camps Dennison, (on the Little Miami, some 
fifteen miles from Cincinnati) and Shady, at which extensive and val- 
uable improvements had been erected, and a vast amount of property 
of every description accumulated. Although it must have been known 
by that time that Morgan was more anxious to avoid Cincinnati than 
to attack it, and was going towards Camps Dennison and Shady, none 
of the troops in the city had been sent out for their protection. 
Fortunately Colonel NefF, their commandant, had energy and fore- 
sight enough to prevent any great loss of government stores. By 
blocking up the direct road from Glendale, through Milford, con- 
structing rifle-pits and manning them with the six hundred convales- 
cents in Camp Dennison, he forestalled an attack on the former, and 
gained time enough, by compelling the rebels to make a detour, ta 
remove the hundreds of teams at Camp Shady, with the exception of 
fifty wagons, which were captured and destroyed. An attempt over 
the railroad bridge over the Miami, near Camp Dennison, failed, the 
approaching rebels being driven back by a squad of convalescents and 
some home-guards, with a loss of half a dozen killed and wounded. 
The rebels struck the Little Miami railroad at Dangerous Crossing, 
near Miamiville, and after obstructing the track, lay in w^ait for trains. 
Soon the accommodation train from Morrow came along unsuspect- 
ingly, and was run off the track. The train was crowded with people, 
but only the fireman was killed and one of the brakemen was injured. 
About two hundred recruits were aboard, whom they paroled. The 
cars were burned. Continuing to the southeast, the rebels made- 
Batavia at two, and Williamsburg at three o'clock. Four miles from 
Williamsburg the regiment of Dick Morgan separated from the others, 
and bearing more to the south, proceeded to Georgetown, and thence 
to West Union, the county seat of Adams county, where it arrived 
about midnight and bivouacked. On the 15th it went further towards 
the river, evidently for the purpose of reconnoitering it with a view to 
crossing it into Kentucky, but discovering bodies of militia in every 
direction, it turned back to the north, and subsequently rejoined the 
main body about Jacksonville. The latter had pushed on from 
Williamsburg towards Sardinia, near which place they bivouacked 
on the night of the 14th. On their way they burned two more 
bridges over White Oak river. In all the numerous flourishing small 
towns the scenes of pillages and excesses of every kind, previously 
enacted, were repeated. Their march having taken them through 



THROUGH BROWN, ADAMS AND SCIOTO COUNTIES 405 

some of the richest counties of the State, tlieir visits to stables had 
been fruitful of hundreds of fine horses. 

ON THE rebels' TRAIL. 

The condition of General Hobson's men and animals upon arriving 
at Harrison was such that he could not resume his march till thre? 
o'clock on the 14th, Starting at that hour, he followed in the 
wake of Morgan until late in the evening, when he bivouacked on the 
little Miami. Setting out again at two o'clock on the following morn- 
ing, a bewildered Methodist preacher, who presumed to act as guide, 
led him nine miles out of the way, for the unnecessary fatigue of 
which extra march the well meaning, and unlucky clerical gentleman 
had to endure some profanity from the hard-worked troopers. In con- 
sequence of this mistake and the previous delay, occasioned by the 
destruction of bridges. General Hobson could not make Sardinia until 
evening, thus giving Morgan several additional hours headway. The 
head of his column was then about ten, and the rear about fourteen 
hours behind the enemy. The " will " of our men was still all that could 
be expected; but as to the "flesh," it almost refused service, and required 
the good example and some exhortation of the officers to keep the 
" chase " in a running order. The military authorities of Cincinnati 
must have felt rather cheap upon learning that the rebels had given 
them the slip. General Burnside, however, at once directed such 
measures, in co-operation with Governor Tod, as best accorded with 
the shift the " situation " had taken. General Judah's division was 
sent up the river, with orders to land at such a point as would enable 
it to head off" Morgan from the south. Bodies of militia were ordered 
to move so as to effect the same from the north. The militia commit- 
tees of the counties through which the rebels were ready to pass were 
instructed to delay their movements as much as possible by obstructing 
the roads in every practicable way. The gunboat squadron was 
ordered to cruise up and down the river, to foil attempts to cross. 
Cincinnati was relieved from martial law. 

THROUGH brown, ADAMS AND SCIOTO COUNTIES. 

Making through Sardinia, the rebels reached Winchester at two 
o'clock on the 15th. Here they sacked the post-office, and stole, 
besides horses, about $40,000 worth of goods. One firm lost $11,000. 
They amused themselves b}^ tearing all the loyal banners they could 
find into shreds and tying them to their mules' tails. From Winches- 
ter they went to Jacktown, where they destroyed another bridge, and 
thence via Wheatridge and Jacksonville towards Jasper, on the right 



406 morgan's KAID THROUGH OHIO. 

bank of the Scioto. The inliabitants of this place and surrounding 
country, under the direction of some militia officers, had commenced 
obstructing the roads from tlie west. That region being hilly and the 
roads winding and narrow, the progress of the rebels might have been 
greatly procrastinated by felling timber across the latter. Morgan, 
by a sharp ruse, however, saved himself from serious impediment. He 
had a telegrapher with an instrument along, whom he sent out with a 
detachment to operate on the telegraph line between Chillicothe and 
Piketon, and deceive the people around Jasper as to the bearing of his 
movements. This he did by dint of a telegram, and the axemen on 
the roads from Jacksonville went to work on more northerly ones. 
Nevertheless, by what they had already done, the rebels were detained 
for several hours six miles from Jasper. A Mr. McDougal, one of our 
axemen, was caught and killed by them. They entered the town, 
however, at three o'clock, on the 16th, and after helping themselves 
to all that was movable, partaking of excellent dinners, burned a fine 
steam-mill and the canal bridges, crossed the Scioto, and having de- 
stroyed the fine bridge over it also, proceeded to Piketon, where a 
militia force had evacuated. In Piketon their conduct was as disgrace- 
ful and reckless of private property as ever. The stores were robbed 
and gutted ; women and children were insulted and frightened, and 
several citizens killed upon slightest provocation. Being informed 
about dark of the approach of our cavalry, they left for Jackson, the 
county seat of Jackson county, where they arrived and went into 
bivouac at eleven o'clock that night. 

HOBSON IN HOT PURSUIT. 

General Hodson broke camp at Sardinia at four o'clock on the 
afternoon of the 16th, and reached Winchester at eight, and tracing 
the rebels closely at Jasper at two o'clock on the following morning. 
Here he rested his men until eleven o'clock. Resuming his march, 
he experienced another delay from the destruction of the bridges, his 
men having to swim the canal, but made Jackson toward evening, 
twelve hours behind the rebels. In all the towns, as our troops passed 
them, and afterwards, the inhabitants received them with the utmost 
enthusiasm and hospitality. The women, above all, strove to furnish 
them with tangible evidence of their good will ; not shrinking even 
from holding, feeding and watering the horses in order to give the 
men more chance to eat and rest. The kindness thus showed the 
latter naturally had an inspiring effect; made them forget their 
fatigue and stimulated them to renewed efforts to bring to condign 
chastisement those who has so shamelessly abused those good loya^ 



morgan's great blunder. 407 

people^ At Jackson the rebels, according their uniform practice, had 
inflicted great havoc upon the stores. Instigated by some of the vilest 
of sympathizers of Vallandigham persuasion, they gutted the office of 
the Jackson Standard, the Republican county paper. For this outrage 
our troops obtained satisfaction afterwards by visiting a similar fate 
upon the Jackson Express, the newspaper of the Peace Democracy. 
The Standard was the only paper interfered with by the rebels during 
the raid. Having ascertained that several thousand militia had con- 
gregated at Berlin, six miles northeast, Morgan made an advance 
upon that point on the morning of the 17th. The commander of the 
Union forces at Berlin, Colonel Runkle, an exj)erienced officer in the 
volunteer service, had about 2,500 men, tolerably well armed, but 
utterly raw, and without an}^ artillery. Notwithstanding the superior- 
ity of the rebels in every respect, he determined to hold his ground, act- 
ing upon the defensive, in the expectation of keeping Morgan engaged 
until Hobson could come up. Judiciously posting his men in a shel- 
tered position beyond the town, after obstructing the road leading to 
his front, he aw^aited the approach of the rebels. After entering the' 
town and committing their usual depredations, including the burn- 
ing of a mill, their whole force came out and deployed in line, a& 
though they meant to give battle. They opened with their artillery 
upon Colonel Runkle's men, but finally withdrew without a bona fide 
attack, after losing a dozen killed and wounded. 

morgan's great blunder. 

The demonstration against Berlin proved a fatal move to Morgan. 
Whether he was tempted into it by the fact that there were 12,000 
government animals at the place, and expected to overcome the pro- 
tecting force with ease, but was frightened off by the imposing dis- 
play — covering great weakness — of strength by Colonel Runkle, or 
intended it merely as a feint to create misapprehensions as to the move- 
ments by which he hoped to extricate himself from his precarious 
situation, the waste of time incurred in this venture brought him into 
tlie net in which the greater portion if his command were caught. 
His only road to safety was across the Ohio, and for that he should 
have made without the least delay, instead of losing half a day in an 
opposite direction. After destroying a bridge and culvert on the Scioto 
and Hocking railroad, the rebels first moved in a southerly direction, 
with a view to crossing between Portsmouth and Gallipolis ; but 
receiving information of the advance of a large body of troops from 
the former place, and finding the roads barricaded, turned about to 
the north, and took the road for Pomeroy, on which they camped in 



408 morgan's raid through ohio. 

the evening. In the meantime, loyal forces were closing in upon them 
from all directions. From the north, Colonel Runkle's militia were 
following him. To the west, General Hobson was, as previously stated, 
at Jackson, within a few miles' ride of them. To the east and south- 
east, one militia and two volunteer regiments, from General Scammon's 
Kanawha Valley division, came down the river from Parkersburg, 
and were watching for them. All the fords between Portsmouth and 
Pomeroy were guarded by gunboats ; and from the southeast General 
Judah was moving up with his whole division. One brigade of the 
latter, consisting of the Fifteenth Indiana, Fourteenth Illinois, and 
parts of the Eleventh Kentucky, and Eighth and Ninth Michigan 
Cavalry and Henshaw's battery, with General Judah himself, had 
landed at Portsmouth, upon information of Morgan's passage of 
the Scioto on the evening of the 16th, and immediately landed inland 
towards Oakhill Station, on the Scioto and Hocking railroad. The 
General's guide losing his way, and leading the troops several miles 
out of the road, they did not reach it until next morning. Learning 
here that Morgan was at Jackson and about going eastward, General 
Judah hurried forward to Centreville, after sending orders to General 
Manson, who had that morning landed at Portsmouth, to follow him 
with his brigade of infantry. Reaching Centreville late in the eve- 
ning, he bivouacked there for the night. 

CLOSING IN on the RAIDERS. 

Early on the 18th, the rebels marched towards Pomeroy, taking two 
roads — one column going via Wilkesville and -the other through 
Vinton. After crossing Raccoon Creek, and burning all the bridges 
over it, they were detained two hours near the little town of Linesville 
by barricades which the home-guards had built on the road. They 
appeared before Pomeroy about noon, but finding the roads to the 
town all blocked up and defended by home-guards, with whom they 
skirmished slightly, they made no attempt to force an entrance, but 
continued east to Chester, which point they reached in the evening, 
after constant detentions on the road by barricades. Stopping only 
long enough to burn a bridge over Shady Creek, and make some 
requisitions for food, they pushed on to the south for Buffington ford, 
some eight miles above Pomeroy, and opposite a considerable island 
bearing the same name. Their advance arrived at the ford at three 
o'clock in the morning, and immediately began preparations for cross- 
ing. The main body went into bivouac in some corn-fields in the 
river bottom, to the east of the road they had come and a short dis- 
tance from the bank, expecting to cross at daylight, and little dreaming 



DEATH OF DANIEL MC COOK. 409 

what disasters the morning had in store for them. General Hobson 
had marched from Jackson at three o'clock in the morning on the 
preceding day, and bivouacked at night around Chester. General 
Manson's and General Scammon's forces and the gunboats likewise 
proceeded up the river for the same point. 

DEATH OF DANIEL MCCOOK. 

The rebels planted their artillery at the ford, so as to command the 
passage. At four o'clock they commenced crossing by means of a 
scow and swimming, and thus managed to get about fifty over, although 
home-guards on the Kentucky side fired upon them. The passage of 
the river, however, was soon cut short by events to the north and in 
their rear. General Judah, with his staff and escort and the advance 
guard of his cavalry, descended the bluffs, skirting the bottom lands 
on which the rebels were bivouacking, over the pike from Chester to 
Buffington, about four o'clock. He had been informed by several 
parties during the night that Morgan had succeeded in crossing, and 
hardly looked for the enemy. A dense fog had settled upon the bottom, 
and although day was breaking, sight for any distance was impossible. 
When within half a mile of the river, a volley from carbines, shot- 
guns and pistols, and orders to halt, suddenly burst upon our advance, 
and gave unmistakable proof of the presence of the rebels, who had 
discovered the approach of our troops and prepared for their reception. 
The road being narrow and fenced, the fog obscuring everything, and 
our ofiicers being unacquainted with the locality, the advance was 
thrown into wild confusion, and officers and men made back in indis- 
criminate flight towards the bluffs. In their helter-skelter race, they 
stampeded the horses, pulling one of our pieces to their rear, and 
rode down Captain Henshaw and his cannoneers, and captured the 
piece and artillerymen. In this repulse, one of the saddest calamities 
of the war occurred. The venerable Daniel McCook, the head of the 
branch of the family that furnished no less than seven distinguished 
officers to the Union service, received a wound from which he died two 
days afterward. Hearing at Cincinnati that the assassin of his son. 
General Robert L. McCook, was with Morgan, he gave way to the 
strong impulse for personal revenge he had felt ever since the former's 
death, and joined General Judah with his trusty rifle that had served 
the loyal cause so well on many a field in the eastern and southeastern 
campaigns. After being shot off his horse, he fell for a short time 
into the hands of some rebel dastards, who robbed the bleeding old 
man of his watch and several hundred dollars in money. A braver 
and more ardently loyal heart never beat. He was filled with the 



410 morgan's raid through OHIO. 

same spirit of the devoted, self-sacrificing, lofty patriotism that 
illumines the annals of the War of Independence. 

A SHARP ENGAGEMENT. 

The check received by our troops was of short duration. The fog 
rising, two sections of our artillery were brought forward and opened 
upon the enemy, and under this fire the Fifth Indiana and Fourteenth 
Illinois cavalry formed and attacked the rebels, driving them back 
and re-capturing the lost pieces and artillerists. Judah's cavalry 
operated upon the rebel flank. At the same time the Fifth Indiana 
and Fourteenth Illinois made at them, the head of the column of Gen- 
eral Hobson, who had left Chester at three o'clock in the morning, 
consisting of the Second and Seventh Ohio cavalry, came upon the 
rear of the rebels and attacked them at once, vigorously supported by 
the fire of two howitzers. Simultaneously, a body of our infantry that 
had been landed below advanced up the bottom upon the enemy. The 
gunboat Moose and armed transport Allegheny had also reached the 
island, and directed the fire of their guns upon the north bank. The 
rebels being completely hemmed in on three sides, so scattered over 
the ground that they could not make a concerted defense, found them- 
selves reduced to a choice between surrender and fight up the road 
along the river, the only one left open to them. Colonels Dick Morgan, 
Basil Duke and Smith, with their respective commands, after vainly 
trying to obtain better terms, surrendered themselves successively 
without conditions to General Shackelford. The prisoners numbered 
about 800. Morgan, with the remainder, filed up the river, leaving 
behind all his artillery and the stolen vehicles laden with plunder. 
The point for which he made was a ford about fourteen miles above 
Buffington, opposite Belleville, on the Kentuck}^ side. Having reached 
it about dark, he ordered Johnson's troops to cross at once. The rebel 
troopers, believing the river fordable, plunged in, but speedily found 
their horses swimming. Many of their tired horses were unequal to 
the task and went down, with some fifty of their riders, including 
several oSicers. About 300 succeeded in crossing, with Colonel Johnson 
himself, when the gunboats appeared once more, and by their fire 
drove those who endeavored to follow back to the north bank. John- 
son and his men managed to work their way through Eastern Ken- 
tucky to Southwestern Virginia. 

CONTINUING THE PURSUIT OF MORGAN. 

As soon as the prisoners were properly disposed of, our cavalry, 
under the command of General Shackelford, resumed the pursuit 



CONTINUING THE PURSUIT OF MORGAN. 411 

of Morgan. Receiving information on tlie way that Morgan was 
making from Belleville to Humphreys' Ford, further above, he took 
the shortest route for that point, but arrived near it only in time to see 
the rebels move off at a gallop in a northern direction. His command 
being absolutely exhausted, and the sun having set, he reluctantly 
went into bivouac. About one o'clock, scouts having reported to him 
that Morgan was moving northward in the direction of Athens, he 
immediately dispatched a column in pursuit. A few hours later 
reports reached him that the rebels were moving westward a few miles 
north of his bivouac, on roads leading to the river, when he started 
after them with the rest of his command. This was on the morning 
of Monday, the 20th. The rebels first went to Harrisonville, and 
thence southwardly toward the river. They approached Cheshire, 
some miles below Pomeroy, in the course of the afternoon ; but General 
Shackelford was close up with them and forced them to stand about 
three o'clock. After a brief fight, in which the rebels lost ten men, 
they sent a flag of truce with an offer of unconditional surrender. 
General Shackelford supposed, when accepting it, that Morgan and all 
his men were about delivering themselves up ; upon examination, he 
discovered to his sorry disappointment that only Colonel Coleman and 
some 400 men were in his hands, while the rebel chief had again 
slipped away northwestwardly, with some 600 men. Vexatious at the 
discovery that another chase was unavoidable, in view of the wearied 
condition of his command, he set about with unflagging spirits 
selecting the freshest men and horses for another pursuit. During the 
20th many small squads of Morgan's men became, voluntarily and 
involuntarily, detached from the main column and were picked up by 
the militia. Over 200 were picked up in Meigs county alone. The 
scene of the action at Buffi ngton, and all the roads traveled over by 
them, were literally strewn with the fruits of their thieving operations, 
and their arms and equipments. There were buggies, rockaways, 
spring and lumber wagons without number; rolls of silk, muslin, 
calico and other dry goods ; bags full of men's clothing, hats, boots and 
shoes, linen, laces, kid gloves, cutlery, men's and women's undergar- 
ments — even children's petticoats — lying about in every direction, 
mingled with carbines, shotguns, rifles, sabres, pistols and cartridge- 
boxes. Many of the latter were found to contain jewelry instead of 
ammunition. The woods were full of horses and mules. In places 
the ground was covered with pieces of greenbacks and other currency, 
stolen and torn by the rebels on surrendering. At Buffington " help 
yourselves" was the watchword of the volunteers, militia, and hundreds 
of countrymen attracted to the spot, as to the spoils dropped by the 



412 morgan's raid through ohio. 

rebels. Of the mercantile wares scarcely anything was likely to find its 
way back to the owners, and even of the vehicles and horses, many 
were appropriated without just claim to them. The scanty contents 
of the captured cartridge-boxes and caissons demonstrated that the 
rebels would not have been able to make a protracted fight. The former 
did not average three rounds and the latter not over twenty. 

At daybreak on the 21st, General Shackelford was again upon 
Morgan's track with 650 picked troopers, comprising detachments 
of all the mounted regiments engaged under Hobson and Judah 
in the pursuit. Among the field officers that accompanied him 
were Colonels Capron, Buford and Wolford. The last mentioned had 
been on the chase longer than any of others — fully eighteen d£ijs — 
but would not desist as long as his inveterate enemy, whom he had 
been hunting and fighting for well nigh two years, was still at large. 
While Shackelford was renewing the chase to the north, a fleet of light 
draught-boats w^ere sent up the river with volunteers and militia, 
infantry and cavalry to watch the fords between Pomeroy and Wheel- 
ing. Major-General Brooks, commanding the w^estern district of Penn- 
sylvania, provided means of- preventing the enemy from crossing 
between Wheeling and Pittsburg. To head them off" from the nortli. 
General Burnside ordered two battalions of cavalry, under Majors Way 
and Rae, to proceed by rail to Columbus, and thence wherever the 
movements of Morgan would render it most advisable. Governor Tod 
likewise sent some troops from the State capital eastward and south- 
ward for the same purpose, and moved the militia of the southeastern 
counties so as to cover the routes likely to be taken by the rebels. 
With Morgan the question was no longer to depredate and fight, when 
he could be sure of victory, but to avoid all collisions, hurry far away 
from our troops, and take out of the State and save what remained of 
his command. Pushing northward from the river with all speed, he 
reached the vicinity of Ewington, in Gallia count}'-, some twenty miles 
west of Gallipolis, on the morning of the 21st, and halted to feed his 
horses in some grain fields. On the morning previous 250 militia, 
under Major Sonntag, had started out from Portsmouth to intercept 
Morgan. Leaving the Scioto and Hocking railroad at Portland 
station, the}'- marched overland for some cross-roads which they were 
to guard, near the farm on which the rebel horses were being fed. 
Morgan, perceiving their approach, ordered five of his men to proceed 
toward them under a flag of truce to demand their surrender. The 
officer in command, upon being told that Morgan had surrounded 
him with several thousand men and that resistance was useless, forth- 
with complied with the rebel request. Had he shown but tlie slightest 



ANOTHER MILITIA POLTROON. 413 

disposition to fight, the fact, of which he had good opportunity after 
his capture to satisfy himself, that the rebels had but little ammunition, 
and half of their number had lost their guns, would have compelled 
them to avoid a re-encounter. As it was, they not only obtained arms 
from all of their captives, but also enough ammunition for seventeen 
rounds. The disgrace of this affair was strikingly illustrated by the 
subsequent voluntary surrender to the disarmed and paroled militia 
of fifty-seven of the rebels, who intentionally skulked to the rear after 
Morgan had moved away. 

ANOTHER MILITIA POLTROON. 

Continuing toward Berlin, Morgan came unaw^are upon another 
party of militia, some two miles from that town, about as strong as the 
Portsmouth braves, and commanded by a Major Slain, of Pike County. 
He, too, surrendered upon demand. To the credit of his men, how- 
ever, be it recorded that many cried with indignation at the dishonor 
brought upon them by him. The rebels paroled them and broke their 
guns. Crossing the Marietta and Cincinnati railroad at Vinton Station 
without doing any damage beyond cutting down a telegraph pole, and 
passing through Zaleski within a short mile northeast of the town of 
McArthur, he encamped in the evening four miles north of it on the 
Logan road. Starting at six o'clock the next morning, he kept on 
north a few miles further, then turned east, going within a mile of the 
of New Plymouth, and thence toward the Hocking river, which he 
crossed not far from Nelsonville. From the left bank of the Hocking 
he rode through Perry and Muskingum Counties, capturing in the 
evening at Deavertown a scouting party of twenty-five citizens of 
Zanesville. Keeping Zanesville some fifteen miles to his left, he 
crossed the Muskingum at Eaglesport at ten o'clock on the 23rd. 
Shortly after crossing. Colonel Hill, commanding a militia regiment, 
came upon him. But Morgan had no stomach for a regular fight, and 
made off after a slight skirmish. From Eaglesport he went to Cum- 
berland, some twelve miles east of Zanesville. There met another body 
of militia about dark ; but, passing around them, he moved off to the 
northeast toward Senecaville. Near Cumberland about sixty of his 
men detached themselves and went back toward the Muskingum, de- 
predating on their way. A mounted portion of the Eighty-sixth Ohio 
Infantry made after and captured them the next day. At five o'clock 
on the morning of the 24th he struck the Baltimore and Ohio railroad at 
Campbell's Station, eight miles east of Cambridge. There he burned a 
railroad bridge, the station buildings, containing about $20,000 worth 
of produce, and several carts loaded with tobacco. Ten thousand dol- 
lars in currency were taken from the office safe. 



414 morgan's raid through ohio. 

through the heart of patriotic ohio. 

Continuing on due north over the National road, burning all th© 
bridges they passed, the rebels appeared at Washington, an important 
country town, the people of which had been warned of this visit and 
had removed their valuables and horses, at seven o'clock in the morn- 
ing. Having procured food for man and beast, the band deliberately 
betook themselves to eating, resting and sleeping for several hours in 
fancied security. At ten o'clock, however, the report of guns started 
them abruptly from their enjoyments. Soon their pickets dashed up 
the streets from the southern end of the town, shouting that the Union- 
ists were coming. A general rush and scramble for horses ensued. 
Morgan jumped out of the bed he was occupying at the hotel, and was 
on his steed, and in a few minutes the whole gang were seceding out 
of the place upon the run. Shackelford's cavalry forces, joined by 
some mounted infantry, under Colonel Wallace, near Senecaville, were 
upon them. Until Morgan reached the National road he had shown 
anxiety, ever since leaving the Ohio, to follow less frequented by-roads 
rather than the well travelled highways, flattering himself with the 
vain hope of thereby deceiving and eluding his pursuers. But the 
latter gained on him all the time by taking more direct and better 
roads, abounding with full stables and barns. Steadily they had re- 
duced the separating miles, and at last overtaken their game. As the 
rebels hurried out of one end of the town, our cavalry dashed in by 
the other, firing at the rear of the flying enemy. The former, upon 
reaching a hill just beyond the town on the Winchester road, halted, 
formed, and seemed to be ready to fight. General Shackelford at once 
dismounted his men for an attack; but as soon as they got off their 
horses the rebels fled in the direction of Winchester. Having com- 
paratively fresh horses, they escaped with a loss of three wounded 
and four prisoners. From Winchester they went over a circuitous 
route to Antrim in the northeast corner of Guernsey County ; thence 
northeastwardly to Londonderry, Smyrna and Moorfield. Between 
the last two places, by burning two bridges across the Stillwater, he 
gained two hours on his pursuers. From Moorfield, he headed for 
New Athens ; but before reaching the place turned toward Cadiz, in 
Harrison county, where he arrived at eight o'clock in the morn- 
ing, on the 25th. He aimed now at striking and crossing the Ohio 
river near Warrenton. Shackelford having taken a shorter road from 
New Athens, came up with him again at the point it intersects that 
from Cadiz to the river. An opportunity was here lost to cut the 
rebels in two by opening upon them first with artillery, instead of at- 
tacking them forthwith with cavalry. They succeeded in rushing 



IN THE MESHES. 416 

once more out of sight, and pushed for the river as fast as their horses 
could carry them. Learning, however, on the way, that it had risen 
nearly five feet the day before and was impassable, they changed their 
course, with a view of reaching the river higher above; went 
to Alexandria and thence across the Panhandle railroad to Cen- 
terville, where they appeared in the afternoon. The town being 
defended by a strong militia force, principally from Steubenville, they 
abstained from a visit to it, and went, after exchanging a few shots, 
northwardly toward Ilichmond, twelve miles distant. Shackelford 
reached Wintersville about half an hour later. 

IN THE MESHES. 

The meshes in which they became in the end inextricably entangled, 
were now rapidly contracting around them. Not only Shackelford, 
but two other columns of cavalry, composed of fresh men and horses, 
were on Saturday engaged in the chase, and were fast overtaking them. 
The latter were the battalions of Majors Way and Rae. Major Way's 
command came by rail from Columbus direct to the vicinity of Steu- 
benville, disembarked, and immediately got on the track of the rebels. 
Major Rae's went on the Baltimore and Ohio railroad to Bellaire, 
opposite Wheeling; thence north on the Panhandle railroad to 
Shanghai station, when, hearing of Morgan's whereabouts in the 
vicinity of Richmond, he had his men and horses off the cars and on 
the way to Knoxville in less than an hour. The movements of these 
mounted bodies pressing after Morgan on Saturday afternoon were 
almost concentric, so they neared each other by degrees. Shackelford's 
cavalry, having none but worn-out horses, could not move as expedi- 
tiously as the two others. It formed the reserve, as it were, to Way's 
and Rae's. The rebels from Richmond kept to the north on the New 
Lisbon road, their chief's object being to turn to the east, after reach- 
ing a certain cross-road, and make for Smith's Ford, not far from 
Wellsville. Major Way came up with their rear towards dark, and 
pressed and skirmished with it nearly all night. At last, at eight 
o'clock in the morning (Sunday, the 26th), he succeeded in forcing the 
enemy into a fight between Mechanicsville and Salineville, and after 
a lively combat of an hour's duration routed them completely, with a 
loss of about 200 men killed, wounded and prisoners, and an equal 
number of horses. After securing his captures. Major Way made 
after the rest of the rebels, who taxed their animals to the utmost to 
reach Smith's Ferr3^ Morgan, who until then had made himself com- 
fortable in a buggy, abandoned it in hot haste and fled with the crowd 
on horseback. While the rebels were keeping Major Way busy, Major 



416 morgan's raid through ohio. 

Rae was speeding through other small towns in Columbiana 
county, towards the road to Smith's Ferry, which he expected the 
rebels to take. He was describing one side of a triangle, two of which 
were being followed by the enemy, and hence had good ground to hope 
to head them off, although they had several hours start of him. As 
he neared the point of intersection, toward noon, clouds of dust 
revealed that the rebels were before him. He started his men instan- 
taneously upon a gallop ; but the enemy having likewise noticed his 
approach, raced with him successfully for the junction of the roads, 
and reached it and passed it some ten minutes earlier. Luckil}^, Major 
Rae had provided himself with an excellent guide, who knew of a cut- 
off road, by which he would yet get between the rebels and the rear. 
Taking it at once and measuring its length of two miles into a steeple- 
chase rate of speed, he found to his great delight upon reaching the 
second cross-road, that he had this time the better of the rebels, 
although they were already in sight. Disposing his com.mand imme- 
diately for action, in and on the right and left of the road, he saw a 
flag of truce coming toward him, and proceeded to meet it. He was 
indignant and surprised upon being summoned to surrender! His 
reply was, that he w^ould charge the rebels if they did not instantly 
throw down their arms and deliver themselves up as prisoners without 
conditions. Soon the flag returned, and endeavored to secure better 
terms, but upon being informed by the Major that for such they would 
have to apply to his superiors, accepted the Major's. This finale was 
enacted about four miles south of New Lisbon, between one and two 
o'clock. 

THE formal surrender. 

General Shackelford came up in the course of half an hour with the 
remainder of our cavalry, when a formal surrender was made to him 
by Morgan in the shade of an apple-tree belonging to a farm on which 
— strange coincidence ! — the most lamented victim of the raid, old Dan 
McCook, formerly resided, and all his sons were born. Morgan affected 
indifierence to and talked lightly of his misfortune. His well-known 
blooded mare he gave to Major Rae, and his pair of silver- 
mounted, ivory-handled revolvers to Colonel Wolford, Shortly after 
the arrival of General Shackelford, Morgan raised a claim to the privi- 
lege of paroles for himself and men. Upon inquiry, it appeared that 
having captured early in the morning and brought along with him a 
militia captain and a dozen or so of citizens of New Lisbon, he made 
an offer of surrender upon condition of being paroled to the former, 
when the barring of his way by Major Rae had cut off all chance of 
escape. The captain, unsuspicious of any trickery, too ignorant to 



BENEFITS OF THE RAID. 417 

perceive the absurdity of receiving the surrender of his captor while 
still in his hands as a prisoner, and to know the terms of the cartel 
with the rebel authorities, and dazzled with the prospect of immortal- 
izing himself as the captor of so notorious a character, readily accepted 
it. General Shackelford at once pronounced the claim preposterous, 
but was willing to submit it to the consideration of General Burnside» 
and in accordance with instructions from the latter, received during 
the evening, he started with the rebel officers the next morning by rail 
for Cincinnati, arriving there on Monday morning. His prisoners 
were provided with temporary and anything but agreeable quarters 
in the cit}^ prison. Governor Tod, upon being advised of Morgan's 
pretensions to a parole, had telegraphed for the militia captain, and 
likewise started with him for Cincinnati. General Burnside, after 
hearing the captain's statements, sent for Morgan and informed hira 
that his claim was no less ridiculous than arrogant, and that he would 
have to go to the Ohio Penitentiary, to be confined therein until the 
rebel authorities were brought to terms in regard to the exchange of 
officers. And to the penitentiary the chief rebel marauder was sent. 

BENEFITS OF THE RAID. 

Here closes the narrative of this remarkable episode in the history 
of the war, of less importance than many of its greater conflicts, but 
which will ever remain of especial interest to the people of the States 
in which were the scenes of these depredations and conflicts. Great 
battles have more or less resemblance all the world over, whatever the 
cause which may call the combatants together, while an invasion, like 
this by Morgan, feelingly brings home to the people the sense of their 
insecurity when the wholesome restraints of government and law are 
abrogated by the hand of violence. It is but reasonable to suppose 
that the rebel chieftain in this raid did quite as much to secure the 
firm loyalty of the inhabitants of the northwest as the exhortations of 
their governors and the exploits of the grand armies from the begin- 
ning of the war. While it showed the people the dangers to which 
they were exposed, it at the same time taught them their strength and 
how to employ it. Well might Governor Tod, of Ohio, in his procla- 
mation congratulatory of the event, remark : " Do not, fellow citizens, 
for a moment doubt that this raid of Morgan will ultimately form a 
benefit to us as a people." General Burnside also, in a letter of thanks 
to the Ohio militia, through the governor, wrote : " The consciousness 
of ability to protect their homes and the perceived advantage of organi- 
zation and of some degree of principle will produce good fruit, and I 
cannot suffer the occasion to pass without congratulating you and the 
people of Ohio upon the result." 



418 ARMY CORPS AND CORPS BADGES. 

morgan's ESCAPE FROM THE PENITENTIARY. 

Morgan was confined in the penitentiary with thirty other confed- 
erate officers captured with him, as a place of safe keeping in the lack 
of any secure military prison then at the command of General Burnside. 
They were, by orders of Governor Tod, to be kept as far as possible 
separate and apart from the convicts and subject only to such restraints 
as were necessary to hold them. That these were not of the most 
rigorous character was shown by the escape from the prison on the 
28th of the following November, of Morgan with six of his officers. 
The escape was eff'ected at night by digging through the floor of a cell 
of the lower tier to a sewer leading outside the wall ; one of the party, 
Captain Hines, by trade a brickmaker, apparently having had the 
management of the aflPair. A reward was ofi"ered for the recapture of 
the leader, who, it was supposed, would make his way to Canada. 
Assisted by his friends, however, he escaped through the Union lines 
into Georgia. 



ARMY CORPS AND CORPS BADGES. 




jHE custom of organizing bodies of fifty or sixty thousand men 
into what are now called Army Corps seems to have origi- 
nated with Napoleon Bonaparte, who thus divided his 
armies. At no time has the exact number of men required 
to form a corps — or a corps d'armee, as the French have it — been fixed 
at any set figure; nor even the number of divisions, brigades, or regi- 
ments of which it must be composed. 

In the early days of the war, under McDowell, there were no organi- 
zations above brigades and divisions ; and these lacked cohesiveness. 
The dire results were shown at the disastrous battle of Bull Run, 
where hardly a brigade commander knew his troops, and few of the 
troops knew even the names of their general officers. Bull Run was 
practically a fight by regiments. 

When McClellan took command, in 1861, he set about re-organizing 
— or rather organizing — the army. He first divided his forces into 
brigades of four regiments each, and made new brigades as the new 
regiments came to the front. He had the men drilled in brigade 
movements until they became tolerably familiar with the brigade drill. 
Then he began forming the brigades into divisions of three brigades 
each. Before the 1st of November, 1861, McClellan had formed eleven 



ARMY CORPS AND CORPS BADGES. 419 

divisions, each of which included from one to three or four batteries 
of artillery and a squadron of cavalry in addition to the regular three 
brigades of infantry. 

In March, 1862, President Lincoln issued an order which not only 
peremptorily instructed McClellan to form his divisions into five Army 
Corps, but also designated the officer who was to command each corps 
when formed. The order was of course obeyed, although McClellan 
had grave doubts about the ability of his subordinates to handle such 
large bodies of troops. In due course of time the regular formation 
of the army became in " threes " throughout, viz. : three divisions to a 
corps, three brigades to a division, three regiments to a brigade. When 
this arrangement was violated it was generally because of .depletion or 
special assignment. As the regiments became thinned by sickness, 
capture or death, brigades were often consolidated until the " skeletons " 
of a dozen regiments would form one small brigade. The same causes 
led to the consolidation of corps, as, for example, the Eleventh and 
Twelfth, which were combined to form the Twentieth, early in 1864; 
while the First and Third— two battle-scarred, glorious corps — were 
merged in the Second, Fifth and Sixth about the same time. 

During the progress of the war there were twenty-five army corps 
in service, not including Hancock's veteran corps, nor the cavalry, 
signal and engineer corps. Most of these corps sooner or later adopted 
a distinctive badge or corps mark ; but some never had such a desig- 
nation. 

The " Kearney patch " was no doubt the first corps badge. Many 
stories are told as to the origin of the custom of wearing " a piece of 
red cloth " as a mark to designate the officers of General Phil. Kearney's 
command, the order to wear such a distinguishing mark having been 
issued by Kearney himself. No special shape seems to have been 
specified by Kearney's original order — only "a piece of red cloth." 
And the officers only w^ere required to wear it. The private soldiers, 
however, " caught on " to the idea, and voluntarily assumed the same 
method of distinguishing themselves from the other troops. In the 
absence of other material of the proper shade Kearney's soldiers often 
cut up the red linings of their overcoats to make their self-assumed 
badges. Kearney's boys were proud of their idolized and dare-devil 
commander, and wore their red patches with great dignity. 

From this small and almost accidental beginning the rage for corps 
badges spread throughout the army. The idea took wonderfully, and 
was speedily seen to be not without valuable practical features. On the 
21st of March, 1863, General Hooker issued the following order : 



420 army corps and corps badges. 

March 21, 1863. 

Headquarters Army of the Potomac, 

For the purpose of ready reeognitiou of corps and divisions of the army, and 
to prevent injustice by reports of straggling and misconduct through mistake as 
to their organizations, the chief quartermaster will furnish, without delay, the 
following badges, to be worn by the officers and enlisted men of all the regi- 
ments of the various corps mentioned. They will be securely fastened upon the 
center of the top of the cap. The inspecting officers will at all inspections se^ 
that these badges are worn as designated. 

First Corps — a sphere ; red for First Division ; white for Second; blue for 
Third. 

Second Corps — a trefoil ; red for First Division ; white for Second ', blue for 
Third. 

Third Corps — a lozenge ; red for First Division ; white for Second ; blue for 
Third. 

Fifth Corps — a Maltese cross ; red for First Division ; white for Second ; 
blue for Third. 

Sixth Corps — a cross; red for First Division ; white for Second ; blue for 
Third. 

Eleventh Corps — a crescent; red for First Division; white for Second; 
blue for Third. 

Twelfth Corps — a star ; red for First Division ; white for Second ; blue for 
Third. 

The sizes and colors will be according to Pattern. 

By command of 

Major-General Hooker. 
S. Williams, A.A.G. 

This order was accompanied with paper patterns showing the size, 
shape and color required. As a matter of fact, neither size nor shape 
were rigidly or even closely adhered to in many cases, so that there 
are frequent disputes as to the exact correctness of many of the old 
corps marks so carefully preserved by their original owners to this 
day. To settle all disputes, we may say that there was considerable 
variations in the sizes and shapes at various periods, and our accom- 
panying colored plates are as nearly correct as the official records and 
patterns on file in the War Department can render them. 

The badge of the First corps was simply a sphere, and consequently 
there has been no discussion as to its proper shape, although it varied 
somewhat in size. 

The trefoil of the Second corps had the stem sometimes straight and 
sometimes curved. Both forms were considered correct, or sufficiently 
iso for practical purposes. 



First corps. 






IST Div. 



2d Div. 



SECOND CORPS. 



3d Div- 






1st Div. 



2d Div. 

Third Corps. 



3d Div. 






18T Oiv. 2d Div. 

THIRD corps Artillery brigade. 



3d Div. 






1»T Div. 






2d Div. 

Fourth Corps. 



3o Div. 






2d Div. 

FIFTH Corps. 

2d Div. 



3d Div. 




So Div. 



Army Corps Badges. 



ARMY CORPS AND CORPS BADGES. 421 

The Third corps had a sjDecial badge for its artillery, as figured in 
Plate I. This was not in use until late in 1863 or early in 1864. This 
badge was generally worn on the side of the cap. 

The Fourth corps, under its original organization by McClellan, 
had no badge ; but the equilateral triangle became the mark of the 
reorganized Fourth corps, by order of General George H. Thomas, in 
1864, who designated the usual colors for each division. 

The lines of the Maltese cross, which designated the members of 
the Fifth corps, are nearly straight, but in most of the badges the lines 
had the slight curve shown on Plate I. There has been some discus- 
sion over this point, which is still somewhat undecided. 

Up to 1864 the soldiers of the Sixth corps wore their badge diagon- 
ally forming a St. Andrew's cross, but after that time it was worn 
straight, forming a regular Greek cross, which is correctly shown in 
the plate. 

The badge of the Seventh corps, a crescent nearly enclosing a star, 
was not adopted until June, 1865, when its use was authorized by 
General J. J. Reynolds, of the Department of Arkansas. This Seventh 
corps must not be confounded with the original Seventh corps, which 
had no badge and wliich was discontinued in the summer of 1863, 

A six-pointed star was the emblem of the Eighth corps, and seems 
to have been adopted by general consent and without any special 
order or authority. 

The famous Ninth corps had a beautiful and showy badge, which 
varied considerably in shape and design. It was first adopted by 
order of General Burnside dated April 10, 1864, announcing that the 
badge of the Ninth should be " a shield with the figure nine in the 
center, crossed with an anchor and cannon, to be worn on the top of 
the cap or front of the hat." The general and his staff wore expensive 
badges of great beauty. In December, 1864, General Parke, who then 
commanded the Ninth corps, issued an order to the following effect: 
" All officers and enlisted men in this command will be required to 
wear the corps badge upon the cap or hat. For the divisions the 
badges will be plain, made of cloth in the shape of a shield — red for 
first, white for the second, and blue for the third. For the artillery 
brigade the shield will be red, and will be worn under the regulation 
cross cannon." Thus the rank and file were relieved from wearing 
the expensive ornamentation over the shield. The Ninth corps had a 
fourth division during a portion of 1864, for which the regulation 
color was green. 

The fortress-shaped badge of the Tenth corps was adopted in July, 
1864, by order of General D. B. Birney. 



422 ARMY CORPS AND CORPS BADGES. 

The crescent of the Eleventh Corps became noted after Chancellors- 
ville by having the heartless epithet " the flying moon " applied to it 
in remembrance of the- inglorious flight of the Eleventh corps at that 
disastrous battle. It is only fair to say, however, that this self-same 
" moon " was often seen flying the other way in subsequent engage- 
ments, and no old soldier need be ashamed to wear it on his cap to-da)\ 
When the Eleventh and Twelfth corps were united to form the 
Twentieth, in April, 1864, the star, which had been the proud emblem 
of the Twelfth, became the insignia of the new organization. A com- 
bination badge of crescent and star was also worn, but had no official 
recognition. 

The Thirteenth corps had no badge during the war, but an unoffi- 
cial badge was afterwards adopted. Owing to our inability to secure 
what we can regard as an authentic copy of the badge, we have 
omitted it from the plate. 

The badge of the Fourteenth corps was adoj^ted some time in April, 
1864. This design — an acorn — is said to refer to a bitter experience 
the boys of that command had when hemmed in at Chattanooga, 
rations being so scanty that the men gladly gathered and roasted 
acorns in order to make out full meals. This is the story, and may 
be correct. 

The badge of the Fifteenth corps is said to have had its origin in the 
ready wit of an Irish soldier of General Logan's command. When the 
Eleventh and Twelfth corps were detached from the Army of the 
Potomac and sent (under General Hooker) to the aid of Thomas, at 
Chattanooga, corps badges were comparatively unknown in the west- 
ern army. When the eastern boys arrived, they, no doubt, put on a 
good deal of " style " with their good clothes and showy badges, and 
and this led to some amusing sallies and sharp retorts between the 
soldiers of the two armies. On one occasion a Yankee from Hooker's 
command encountered an Irishman from Logan's corps. " What corps 
do you belong to?" said the man from the east, bedecked with a gor- 
geous badge on his cap. 

" Phwat corps is it ?" replied the Irish veteran, with some indigna- 
tion. " Sure the Fifteenth." 

" What kind of a badge do you wear?" 

"Badge, is it? faith, here it is," slapping his hand on his cartridge 
box. "Sure it's forty rounds, and where can you get a betther one?' 

The Fifteenth had a fourth division, for which the color was yellow 
and the headquarters' badge included all four of the colors. 

The badge of the Sixteenth corps was designed by General John 
Hough, and in some degree resembles that of the Fifth corps. The 



ARMY CORPS AND CORPS BADGES. 423 

design is a circle with four Minie balls, points toward the center, cut 
out of it. It has been called the " A. J. Smith Cross," in honor of the 
corps commander. 

The arrow badge of the Seventeenth corps was adopted by an order 
issued in March, 1865, by General Francis P. Blair, who said : " In its 
swiftness, in its surety of striking where wanted, and its destructive' 
powers, when so intended, it is probably as emblematical of this corps 
as any design that could be adopted." No one who knows the record 
of the Seventeenth will dispute this assertion. 

The Eighteenth corps had a fancy cross for a badge, and it was worn 
by the enlisted men, at first, on the left breast, the emblem being of 
cloth, and sewed on. The system for officers was much complicated. 
Line officers suspended their badges from the left breast by a ribbon 
of the color of their divisions ; brigade commanders wore their badges 
in the same fashion, but had the number of their brigade in center of 
cross; division commanders had a triangle in place of the brigade 
number. General officers wore their badges suspended by tri-colored 
ribbons. Later orders, issued by General Ord, required both line 
officers and enlisted men to wear the plain cross in the color of their 
respective divisions, and the rank and file were instructed to wear the 
emblem on the hat or cap. 

The badge of the Nineteenth corps, in accordance with an order 
issued by General Emory in November, 1864, was " a fan-leaved cross 
with an octagonal center," making an emblem similar in general 
appearance to that of the Fifth. The men were allowed to wear a 
metallic button of the design and in the prescribed colors, instead of 
the cloth badge, if they so desired. The regular cloth badges were 
worn on the top of the cap or side of the hat. 

The badge of the Twenty-second corps was worn by a great number 
of men, as the membership of this corps was constantly changing, it 
being employed in the defence of Washington. The badge was adopted 
without any formal order, and was not universally used. 

The " shield " badge of the Twenty-third corps was adopted without 
orders, and possibly in partial imitation of that of the Ninth corps. 

An order issued by General John Gibbon, on the 18th of March, 
1865, designated the "heart" as the emblem of the Twenty-fourth 
corps, which was largely composed of veterans serving second terms 
of enlistment. The order refers to this fact in the following words : 
" The symbol selected is one which testifies our affectionate regard for 
all our brave comrades — alike the living and the dead — who have 
braved the perils of the mighty conflict, and our devotion to the 
sacred cause — a cause which entitles us to the sympathy of every brave 



424 GOOD JOKE ON GENERAL SHERMAN. 

and true heart and the support of every strong and determined hand. 
The major-general commanding the Corps does not doubt that the 
soldiers who have given their strength and blood to the fame of their 
former badges, will unite in rendering the present one even more re- 
nowned than those under which they have heretofore marched to battle." 

The Twenty-fifth corps was composed wholly of colored troops, and 
their badge was adopted by an order of General "Weitzel, the corps 
commander, dated February 20, 1865. 

The "spread eagle" badge of the army of West Virginia was 
adopted early in January, 1865, while under command of General Crook. 

One of the prettiest corps badges is that of Hancock's Veteran 
Corps, shown in Plate IV. Sheridan's Cavalry Corps had also a pretty 
device, but it was not much used. The badges of the Signal and 
Engineer Corps were by no means uniform in style, the latter body 
wearing the castle only, as a general rule. Wilson's Cavalry adopted 
a handsome device, consisting of a gilt carbine from which was sus- 
pended a red guidon bearing gilt sabres, crossed. 




GOOD JOKE ON GENERAL SHERMAN. 

sHILE marching through Georgia, General Sherman trav- 
elled with the left wing under General Slocum. After a 
long and wearisome march, he one day crossed over to 
the right wing under General Howard. While in Gen- 
eral Howard's tent, which had just been pitched, the Medical Director 
came in, well acquainted with the habits and customs of both. General 
Sherman sometimes took a "smile," while General Howard was strongly 
opposed to the indulgence. Knowing this, the medical gentleman, 
after a short time, wishing to serve his chief without offense to 
Howard, said : 

" General Sherman, 3'^ou look weary and ill. If you will come over 
to my tent, I will give you a Seidlitz powder, which I think will do 
you good." 

" Thank you," readily responded the general, " I think I will." 

The man of physic departed, and General Howard, who took every- 
thing literally, ran to his valise and got a powder, which he mixed 
and handed to Sherman : 

" There is no need to go away for one, if that is what you want," he 
said, and Sherman, inwardly chagrined, but highly amused, drank the 
cup manfully, to the mirth of several bystanders, who comprehended 
the whole magnitude of the joke at a glance. 



NOT USED TO SALT WATER. 



NOT USED TO SALT WATER. 




GOOD joke was told by a confederate prisoner about a mem- 
ber of his company from Mississippi, who had never been 
near tide water until his regiment reached Pensacola, and 
encamped near the Gulf of Mexico. Of course the first thing 
in order was a good wash. Being always accustomed to fresh water, 
and being in utter ignorance of the briny properties of the Gulf, this 
man dipped up a bucket of water, set it down near some of his com- 
rades, and went to his tent for soap and a towel. Returning a few 




"l CAN LICK THE GALOOT THAT SALTED THIS WATER." 



moments later, he plunged into his ablutions in great earnest, and at 
once filled eyes and ears with brine. Recovering from the shock, and 
rubbing his burning eyeballs furiously, he shouted : 

" I can lick the blasted galoot that salted this water I Blamed queer 
if a man can't draw a bucket of water and leave it for a minute 
without some infernal fool putting salt into it !" 

And he dashed the water upon the ground in a great rage, and 
he immediately secured another bucketful of the same, amid the 
shouts and jeers of his comrades. 



426 



SWEARING IN A CONTRABAND. 



SWEARING IN A CONTRABAND. 



BjOMPANY K, of the First Iowa cavalry, stationed in Tennessee, 
^ received into their camp a middle-aged but vigorous contra- 
^^ band. Innumerable questions were being propounded to 
him, when a corporal advanced observing — " See here, Dixie, 
before you can enter the service of the United States you must be 
sworn." 

" Yes, massa, I do dat," he replied ; when the corporal continued : 
" Well, then, take hold of the Bible," holding out a letter envelope, 
upon which was delineated the Goddess of Liberty, standing on a 




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^ 










CROSSING THE KAPIDAN ON PONTOON BRIDGES. 

Suffolk pig, wearing the emblem of our country. The negro grasped 
the envelope cautiously with his thumb and finger, when the corporal 
proceeded to administer the oath by saying : 

" You do solemnly swear that you will support the Constitution of 
the United States, and see that there are no grounds floating upon the 
coffee at all times." 

" Yes, massa, I do dat," he replied ; " I allers settle him in de coffee- 
pot." 

Here he let go the envelope to gesticulate by a downward thrust of 
his forefinger the direction that would be given to the coffee grounds 
for the future. 




INTERIOR OF FORT SUMTER DURING THE BOMBARDMENT. 



UNDER FIRE AT CHARLESTON. 429 

" Never mind how you do it," shouted the corporal, " but hold on to 
the Bible." 

" Lordy, massa, I forgot," said the negro, as he darted forward and 
grasped the envelope with a firmer clutch, when the corporal con- 
tinued : 

" And you do solemnly swear that you will support the Constitution 
of all loyal States, and not spit upon the plates when cleaning them. 
or wipe them with your shirt-sleeves." 

Here a frown lowered upon the brow of the negro, his eyes expanded 
to their largest dimensions, while his lips protruded with a rounded 
form as he exclaimed : 

" Lordy, massa, I never do dat. I allers washes him nice. Ole 
missus mighty 'ticular 'bout dat." 

" Never mind, ole missus," shouted the corporal, as he resumed : 
" and you do solemnly swear that you will put milk into the coffee 
every morning, and see that the ham and eggs are not cooked too 
much or too little." 

" Yes, I do dat ; I'se a good cook." 

" And lastly," continued the corporal, " You do solemnly swear that 
when this war is over you'll make tracks for Africa mighty fast." 

" Yes, massa, I do dat. I allers wanted to go to Cheecargo." 

Here the regimental drum beat up for dress parade, when Tom. 
Benton — that being his name — was declared duly sworn in and com- 
missioned as chief cook in Company K, of the First Iowa Cavalry. 



UNDER FIRE AT CHARLESTON. 




jURING our confinement in Charleston, says Lieutenant S. G. 
Boone, although in imminent danger of death, the heavy 
booming of our long range sea-coast guns and bursting of 
their shells amongst us was sweet music to our ears. The 
thought of once more being so near our lines, under the very shadow 
of our dear old flag, buoyed up our drooping spirits, and cheerfulness 
once more took the place of despondency as the prospects of an early 
exchange seemed brighter. At night we could see a flash of light 
from the " Swamp Angel " against the horizon far down the bay in 
the direction of our batteries, and then a streak of fire similar to that 
of a meteor or large sky-rocket ascending toward the zenith until it 
appeared like a great comet in the star-lit dome of heaven. Creeping 
along the sky, coming nearer and nearer, oft-times a fiery messenger 
of deatii to some poor citizen, its force finally spent, it would de- 



430 DESERVED A JOB. 

scend with an unearthly roaring, hissing sound, sometimes exploding 
half a mile up in the air, and at others among the buildings, setting 
the city on fire and " spreading consternation among the inhabitants 
thereof." These were time-fuse shells, and the confederates asserted 
that they were charged with Greek fire. After starting a fire in this 
way it was policy to keep up the bombardment as vigorously as pos- 
sible, to prevent citizens from extinguishing the flames. 

One day, while standing on a chair looking out of a second story 
window above the heads of a group of my fellow prisoners, watching 
the citizens in their efforts to subdue the flames started by the burst- 
ing of shells, a perfect shower of shot and shells being hurled into the 
burning district at the time, a shell exploded above our building and 
a piece weighing about ten pounds came crashing through the roof, 
timbers and ceiling, passed between two comrades (who were sitting on 
a rudely constructed bench at a table, or rather something dignified 
by the name of table, eating soup) tearing the shirt sleeve of one, and 
had just force enough left to break the bench in twain, drop down, and 
tilt the two officers head to head on the floor. After the dust had 
cleared away one of them coolly remarked : " I don't care much about 
the broken bench, torn shirt sleeve and scratched arm, but it spoiled 
our soup." The fragments of shell were soon broken into small pieces 
for relics. 



DESERVED A JOB. 




GENTLEMAN from the rural districts at one time accom- 
panied his son, a delicate youth of about two hundred 
pounds, to the Portsmouth Navy Yard, to solicit for him a 
job of work, the boy having served three years or more in 
the army, and therefore being entitled to j)reference over those who 
had been doing their fighting at home. The father accordingly pre- 
sented himself to the proper authorities, when the following dialogue 
ensued : 

" What claim do you present, sir?" 
"What?" 

" Has the young man been in the army, or elsewhere served his 
country?" 

■ " Yes, sir, and he's a big fighter, tew. He killed every darned rebel 
he came across, licked any quantity of copperheads, and when he got 
home he licked me, the old woman, and all the young ones. If he 
don't deserve a job, nobody ever did?" 




BATTLEFIELD OF CHATTANOOGA AND VICINITY. 



IN THE CHATTANOOGA VALLEY. 




|OLLOWING the battle of Chickamauga the Union posi- 
tion at Chattanooga became exceedingly precarious. 
The position per se was a strong one, but our supplies 
were virtually cut off, having to be hauled many miles 
over a mountain road that the autumn rains rendered 
almost impassable. The enemy's cavalry constantly 
harassed our wagon trains, capturing many, with all 
their stores and animals. On the 18th of October, 1863, General Grant 
telegraphed to General Thomas, who had already superseded Rose- 




EDWIN M. STANTON. 



crans, to hold Chattanooga at all hazards, and Thomas sent back the 
characteristic reply : " I will hold the town until we starve." 

Sherman, commanding the Army of the Tennessee, had been ordered 
from the Big Black River, twenty miles from Vicksburg, to the relief 
of Thomas; and the Eleventh and Twelfth corps had been detached 
from the Army of the Potomac and hurried, under command of 
Hooker, to Chattanooga. Never before had railroads been used more 

(433) 



434 IN THE CnATTANOOGA VALLEY, 

effectively for the transportation of troops and munitions of war; fof 
in seven days two entire corps — 23,000 men — with their artillery, 
baggage and animals, were transferred from the Rapidan to Stevenson, 
Alabama, a distance of nearly 1200 miles. This movement was made 
under the direction of Secretary Stanton and Quartermaster-General 
Meigs, but the details were carefully looked after by Colonel McCallum, 
the superintendent of military railroads, and W. P. Smith, master of 
transportation on the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, to whom nearly 
the whole credit for this rapid movement is due. 

Grant reached Chattanooga on the 23d of October, and at once began 
to lay his plans for the successful campaign which followed. He found 
that the enemy occupied all the heights around the town, and held 
possession of the river and all the railroads. Unless he could regain 
the river and railroads he must retreat ; and retreat meant certain 
disaster. After consultation with his chief engineer. General W. F. 
Smith, Grant decided upon his course of action. He must gain pos- 
session of Lookout Mountain and Missionary Ridge, two parallel 
heights which commanded the town and were held by the enemy. 
Hooker, who had already concentrated his forces at Brown's Ferry, 
was ordered to push on to Wauhatchie, in the Lookout valley. Palmer, 
now opposite Chattanooga, was to pass down the north side of the river 
to Whiteside, and, crossing there, hold the road over which Hooker 
passed. W. F. Smith was to go down the river under cover of dark- 
ness, cross at Brown's Ferry with 4,000 men, and seize the range of 
hills at the mouth of Lookout valley. 

These movements were executed promptly and with success. Hooker 
and Palmer moved boldly by day, but the success of Smith's manoeu- 
vre depended upon its secrecy. Hooker and Palmer were soon in the 
positions assigned them, the former occupying Wauhatchie on the 28th. 

During the dark hours between October 26th and 27th Smith's move- 
ment was executed. Eighteen hundred men, under General Hazen, 
floated down the dark and tortuous river a distance of six miles, on 
pontoon boats and floats, from Chattanooga to Brown's Ferry. At no 
time were these men out of range of the muskets of the rebel pickets 
who lined the shore. But the strong current rendered the use of 
oars unnecessary ; and Hazen's brave fellows reached the Ferry in 
safety at dawn on the 27th. A strong position was at once secured, 
breastworks thrown up and the low foothills fortified. The enemy, 
totally surprised, made but a feeble resistance, and then fled up the 
valley. By noon a pontoon bridge nine hundred feet long spanned 
the river, and the next day the whole of the Eleventh corps was 
encamped in Lookout Valley. 



THE BATTLE OF WAUHATCHIE. 435 

As before stated, Hooker's advance, under Geary, appeared at Wau- 
hatchie, in the valley, on the 28th, while the larger part of Hooker's 
command was still near Brown's Ferry. Geary's position that night 
was somewhat exposed, and McLaw^s, observing this, conceived the 
idea of swooping down in force upon Geary, and destroying him before 
help could reach him. 



BATTLE OF WAUHATCHIE. 




jHORTLY after midnight, McLaws descended upon Geary 
like an avalanche, rushing down from the heights upon 
three sides of the division, while the rebel cannon on Look- 
out Mountain dropped a rain of metal into their midst. But 
Geary knew his danger, and was not unprepared. The confident host? 
of McLaws found, instead of a sleeping enemy, one that was very 
wide awake and full of business, and the yelling rebels recoiled in 
terror before the desolating shower of bullets that met them. Geary's 
troops fought brilliantly, but were greatly outnumbered and must 
have yielded before long to the tremendous pressure ; but relief came 
quickly. 

Hooker heard the din of battle, and at once divining the cause, he 
ordered Howard to send Schurz's division on the double-quick to 
Geary's aid. Springing to arms, Schurz's boys started off on a run 
and were soon lost to sight in the darkness. Another division — that 
of Steinwehr — followed closely on their heels, all bent on the same 
errand. " Forward to their relief, boys !" shouted Hooker, as the hurry- 
ing masses of blue shot past him in the gloom. 

But a short distance had been covered before the surrounding hills 
began to blaze wdth rebel musketry, and it was seen that the enemy 
was present in force. Tyndale's brigade charged the heights whila 
Schurz, with the remainder of his division, pushed on toward Geary, 
who was still manfully holding his own against fearful odds. 

Stein wehr's division was also assailed by the concealed foe, who 
poured a murderous fire from the hill along which their path lay. It 
was deemed necessary to clear this hill of the enemy, whose strength 
was as yet unknown, and a thin brigade, consisting of the Seventy- 
third Ohio and the Thirty-third Massachusetts, and commanded by 
Colonel Orlan Smith, was selected for this desperate work. Smith was 
directed to take the hill at the point of the bayonet and he at once 
proceeded to execute the order. 



436 IN THE CHATTANOOGA VALLEY. 

ORLAN smith's GALLANT CHARGE. 

A flood of moonlight revealed but a part of the difficulties to be 
overcome. The hill was steep, 200 feet in height; it was covered with 
thick underbrush and seamed with gullies; one would think its ascent 
perilous even by daylight. But nothing could hinder these brave men 
from making the almost foolhardy attempt. On and up this rugged 
slope rushed these valiant men of Ohio and Massachusetts, the gallant 
Ohio colonel in the lead, and waving his followers on to victory. After 
herculean efforts they reached almost the crest of the hill, when along 
the rebel rifle pits, now but a few paces distant, there runs a sudden 
sheet of flame, and two thousand bullets come singing and screaming 
through the set ranks of the dauntless assailants. 

Repulsed, but not disheartened, the boys in blue retired in some dis- 
order to the foot of the hill, where they reformed and prepared for a second 
assault'. They know now what awaits them at the summit, and with 
firm tread and set teeth these noble regiments again breast the hill, 
this time to win a victory or die the death of soldiers. There is no 
hesitancy now ; on they push, regardless of the crashing volleys that 
tear through their thin lines, and heedless of the sneers and taunts 
that are flung down upon them from the blazing rifle pits above. 
Not a shot is fired ; no word is uttered except the commands and 
cautions of the officers. Steadily they climb upward, into the very 
teeth of the rebel guns, and with one wild cheer they clear the rifle 
pits and drive the astounded foe before them. While the rebels fled 
like sheep for cover, Smith's victorious heroes fired after them one 
parting volley, and then rent the clear night air with a cheering shout 
of triumph. 

This charge has been often pronounced the most brilliant feat of the 
war. Hooker was astounded and delighted, and even Thomas, usually 
so reserved, pronounced it " among the most distinguished feats of 
arms." 

Meanwhile, Geary had successfully repulsed the enemy, and hurled 
him back on Lookout Mountain. The Union forces had established 
a firm foothold in Lookout Valley. 

The month following was spent in making final preparations for a 
decisive struggle. Sherman had fought his way from Vicksburg, and 
on the 15th of November he joined Grant at Chattanooga. About the 
Bame time Bragg committed a huge blunder in sending Longstreet 
with his entire corps off to Knoxville, thereby playing directly into 
the hands of the wily Grant, to whom the gods of war were extremely 
kind. Although, fully sensible of Burnside's peril. Grant deemed it 
best to secure, if possible, a decisive victory at Chattanooga before 



ORCHARD KNOB. 437 

sending to Burnside, at Knoxville, the aid for which he asked. Sending 
messengers to Burnside with instructions to hold the place at all 
hazards, Grant now bent all his energies to accomplish the destruction 
of Bragg's weakened army. 

By a series of rapid and skillful manoeuvres, Grant's dispositions 
were soon made, and on the 23d of November the great battle began. 
Thomas held the Union center, with Sherman on the left and Hooker 
on the right. Behind the army rolled the Tennessee; before it were 
t lie frowning heights of Missionary Ridge, w4iile to the south rose the 
precipitous and rocky cliffs of Lookout Mountain, well fortified, and 
swarming with the confederate hosts. 

Amazed at this sudden apparition of a powerful army on his right, 
Bragg at once made preparations to dislodge Sherman. At the same 
time Grant directed Thomas to advance in force and give the enemy 
a chance to develop his lines. The day was beautiful, and Thomas' 
troops, wearied by their long inactivity, were just in the mood for 
deeds of daring. Dressed in their best uniforms, their weapons burn- 
ished and their bands playing lively airs, they came forth in brilliant 
array. Bragg and his officers, viewing the movement from their 
elevated position, thought it a grand dress-parade, and so it looked. 



ORCHARD KNOB. 




|UT the Army of the Cumberland meant business. The 
divisions of Sheridan and Wood, forming Granger's corps, 
advanced upon the foe, supported by the Fourteenth corps 
under General Palmer. Howard's corps was formed in 
mass behind Granger. As soon as Thomas' troops had got well 
under way, the heavy guns of Fort Wood began flinging their 
giant missiles over the heads of our advancing columns, playing 
havoc upon the defenses of Bragg's first position. Grant, Thomas, 
Howard and Granger stood upon the ramparts of the fort and watched 
the steady onward progress of Granger's troops. The rebel pickets 
were seen to break and fly at the first touch, and, in spite of the well 
directed fire from its summit. Wood had reached the base of Orchard 
Knob, a steep and rocky hill lying midway between the river and the 
ridge, one mile in front of Fort Wood. Without waiting an instant, 
Wood ordered a charge, and gallantly carried the hill, capturing over 
two hundred prisoners. A heavy battery was at once advanced to this 
new and commanding position, and the battle of November 23d was 
ended — a decisive Union victory. 



438 IN THE CHATTANOOGA VALLEY. 

LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN. 




jIIE morning of November 24th found Grant's army in an 
improving position. Thomas held the ground secured by 
Granger the preceding day ; Sherman was massing his 
army, horse and foot, on the south bank of the river, with 
all his artillery in shape for immediate action. The weather at dawn 
was dull and drizzling ; the clouds hung low, and the rebel watchers 
on the heights could not see the movements of the opposing army. 
Sherman began his forward march shortly after noon, and by four 
o'clock his forces held possession of the whole northern extremity of 
Missionary Ridge, almost up to the railroad tunnel. Here Sherman 
intrenched himself and awaited further orders. 

The main work of the Union army that day, however, was done by 
the right wing of our army, under Hooker. Shortly after four o'clock 
on the morning of the 24th Hooker set his columns in motion, having 
general orders to occupy Lookout Mountain, if such a thing was pos- 
sible. His original intention was to cross Lookout creek and strike 
the enemy in front; but the heavy rains had rendered the creek im- 
passable, and a direct movement could not be made until temporary 
bridges should be constructed. Hooker, therefore, detached Geary, with 
his own division and one brigade (Whitaker's) from Cruft's division, 
and sent him to Wauhatchie, with orders to cross the creek there and 
move down its right bank, while the remainder of Hooker's troops 
were constructing bridges on the main road. The heavy mist that 
clung to the mountain, enveloping its high, palisaded crest and its 
rugged slopes, effectually concealed Geary's movement from the rebels; 
and, as they were able to catch an occasional glimpse of the bridge- 
builders through the misty clouds, the attention of the enemy was 
diverted from the flanking mancBuvre. 

Eight o'clock found Geary at the appointed place, and soon his 
entire command had crossed the creek in safety. The enemy's pickets 
were shortly encountered and captured; then, facing north, Geary 
extended his line on the right to the base of the mountain, and began 
his forward march. By this time the bridges were finished, and 
Osterhaus, with his full division, crossed over. The Nationals were now 
in strong force on the right bank of the creek. Although thus taken 
suddenly on flank and rear, the rebels made a stubborn resistance. 
Two Union batteries stationed on an elevation in the rear now opened 
upon the confederate position, and under cover of their fire Hooker's 
men went tearing down the valley like a whirlwind, sweeping every- 




TIEW FROM LOOKOUT MOUNTAIK. 



LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN. 441 

thing before them, driving the enemy out of his rifle pits and captur- 
ing many prisoners. 

Then facing toward the rugged, cloud-encircled mass before them, 
Hooker's dauntless battalions, with the desperate fury of war, charged 
boldly up its rocky sides. This advance was made with wonderful 
celerity and skill, in spite of obstacles that seemed to render the 
position impregnable. At this juncture the scene became one of the 
most exciting interest. The dense fog soon obscured the gallant 
Nationals as they streamed up the seamy slope, in the face of a plung- 
ing fire from the hostile batteries above them. Grant, waiting anx- 
iously in the valley below, could hear the thunder of the cannon and 
the crashing of the musketry high in the clouds above — as though 
the gods were warring there — but he knew not the result of the brave 
effort until the sun dispelled the clouds, revealing the cliffs crowded 
with the enemy, the frowning guns pouring down a rain of destruc- 
tion, and Hooker's immortal battalions pressing slowly but firmly on 
toward the goal for which they were striving. It was a scene such as 
is witnessed but once in a century. Geary's iron columns, mad with 
success, grappled with the foe on the rocky ledges, drove him back in 
confusion to his works, giving and taking blows such as none but a 
band of heroes could withstand. 

Leaping from boulder to boulder, cutting their Way through the 
dense undergrowth and abatis, and forcing position after position, 
Hooker finally reached the plateau on the summit, while the flying 
confederates could be seen plunging down the jagged face of the 
mountain on the other side and seeking refuge in the valley below. 

When the success of Hooker's army was no longer in doubt, a scene 
of enthusiasm ensued which beggars description. Men went frantic 
with joy and shouts of gladness filled the air. Orchard Knob had 
already been secured, and now Lookout Mountain was ours ; all was 
in readiness for the last grand effort, an attack on Missionary Ridge, 
which Bragg considered impregnable. 

This brilliant feat of Hooker's army is justly invested with a halo of 
romance that has called forth several poetic effusions of some merit. 
One of the best from the pen of an anonymous author, runs as 
follows : 

THE BATTLE ABOVE THE CLOUDS. 

By the banks of Chattanooga, watching with a soldier's heed, 
In the chilly, autumn morning gallant Grant was on his steed, 
For the foe haid cHmbed above him, with the banners of their land. 
And their cannon swept the river from the hills of Cumberland. 



442 IN THE CHATTANOOGA VALLEY. 

Like a trumpet rang his orders — " Howard, Thomas to the Bridge! 
One brigade aboard the Dunbar, storm the heiglits of Mission Ridge ! 
On the left, the ledges, Sherman, charge, and hurl the rebels down. 
Hooker, take the steeps of Lookout, and the slope before the town." 

Fearless, from the northei-n summit looked the traitors where they lay, 
On the gleaming Union army, marshalled as for muster day, 
Till the sudden shout of battle thundered upward from the farms. 
And they dropped their idle glasses, in a sudden rush to arms. 

Then together up the highlands surely, swiftly swept the lines. 
And the clang of war above them swelled with loud and louder signs, 
Till the loyal peaks of Lookout in the tempest seemed to throb, 
And the star-flag of our country soared in smoke o'er Orchard Knob. 

Day and night and day returning, ceaseless shock and ceaseless change, 
Still the furious mountain conflict burst and burned along the range. 
While the battle's cloud of sulphur mingled heaven's mist of rain, 
Till the ascending squadron vanished from the gazers on the plain. 

From the boats upon the river, from the tents upon the shore, 
From the roofs of yonder city, anxious eyes the clouds explore ; 
But no rift amid the darkness shows them fathers, brothers, sons, 
Where they trace the viewless struggle by the echo of the guns. 

Upward ! charge for God and country ! up ! aha ! they rush, they rise, 
Till the fliithful meet the faithless in the never clouded skies, 
And the battle-field is bloody, where a dewdrop never falls, 
For a voice of tearless justice for a tearless vengeance calls. 

And the heaven is wild with shouting ; fiery shot and bayonet keen 
Gleam and glance where Freedom's angels battle in the blue serene. 
Charge and volley fiercely follow, and the tumult in the air 
Tells of right in mortal grapple with rebellion's strong despair. 

They have conquered ! God's own legions ; well their foes might be dismayed. 
Standing in the mountain temple, 'gainst the terrors of his aid. 
And the clouds might fitly echo psean loud and parting gun. 
When from upper light and glory sank the traitor host undone. 

They have conquered ! Through the region where our brothers plucked the palffli 

Rings the noise with which they won it with the sweetness of a psalm. 

And our wounded sick and dying hear it in their crowded wards. 

And they whisper, " Heaven is with us ! Lo, our battle is the Lord's I" 



MISSIONARY RIDGE. 443 

And our famished captive heroes, locked in Richmond's prison hells, 
List those guns of cloudland booming, glad as Freedom's morning bells, 
Lift their haggard eyes, and panting with their cheeks against the bars 
Feel God's breath of hope and see it playing with the stripes and stars. 

Tories still in serpent treason startle at those airy cheers, 
And that wild, ethereal war-drum falls like doom upon their ears. 
And that rush of cloud-borne armies, rolling back a nation's shame. 
Fights them with its sound of judgment and the flash of angry flame. 

Widows weeping by their firesides, loyal sires despondent grown. 
Smile to hear their country's triumph from the gate of heaven blown; 
And the patriot's children wonder in their simple hearts to know 
In the laud above the thunder our embattled champions go. 



MISSIONARY RIDGE. 




p the morning of November 25th the Union army presented an 
unbroken front from the north end of Missionary Ridge 
through the Chattanooga Valley to Lookout Mountain, 
Howard had been thrown in between Thomas and Sherman, 
while Carlin had been placed between Hooker and Thomas. Bragg 
had concentrated on Missionary Ridge, having abandoned the valley 
entirely. Here he held a powerful position, having his batteries well 
posted and his breastworks well manned. Bragg's right was com- 
manded by Hardie, whose division commanders were Cleburne, Walker, 
Stevenson and Cheatham ; while the confederate left, under Brecken- 
ridge, was made up of the divisions of Stewart, Anderson and Lewis. 
Grant established his headquarters on Orchard Knob, from which 
point he had a general view of the whole field. 

The slant rays of the rising sun fell upon compact lines of polished 
steel which extended almost beyond the range of one's vision. The 
great, decisive day had come. Missionary Ridge loomed up in all its 
rugged grandeur, its rocky sides apparently casting defiance upon the 
ranks of puny men below. Upon its crest could be seen the breast- 
works of rock and timber, swarming with armed men and crowned 
with artillery. To the right the sharp outlines of Lookout Mountain 
were well defined against the ruddy eastern sky. Hooker's army was 
spread out in the intervening valley ; and Sherman's gallant boys 
were impatiently waiting on the left, while Thomas' stalwart hosts were 
gathered in the center, like hounds in leash, watching for an oppor- 



444 IN THE CHATTANOOGA VALLEY. 

tunity to complete the work already begun. Such a spectacie as this 
in the midst of a scene of such bewildering natural grandeur, may not 
be seen more than once in a lifetime. 

Soon after sunrise the battle opened. Hooker was directed to move 
against the confederate left while Sherman attacked the right: 
Thomas, in the center, was to advance directly upon the foe as soon as 
the results on either flank should warrant the movement. 

Sherman's army advances. 

The signal is given. General Corse, who leads Sherman's advance, 
briskly descends the hill, crosses the level ground and starts up the 
slope of Missionary Ridge. Sherman's well-trained legions are soon 
in the midst of a desperate fight. General Morgan L. Smith advances 
along the eastern base while Colonel Loomis, with the two reserve 
brigades of General John E. Smith, pushes along the western edge of 
the mountain. Alexander's and Cockerell's brigades, with a part of 
Lightburn's, are left to guard the position first occupied. 

As the Union columns sweep forward in grim array, the confederate 
cannon play upon them vigorously and the advance is much retarded 
by the unfavorable formation of the ridge. No wonder Bragg feels 
secure upon his rocky fortress, for the ground over which his assailants 
must pass is broken b}^ numerous small ravines, and each rugged 
crest is well wooded and fortified. The crest which Corse first seized 
is commanded by a higher crest, thus exposing our advance to a 
withering fire. Between tliese two elevations is a deep ravine, through 
which passes the railroad tunnel, in the shelter of which the confeder- 
ates are massed. Corse calls up his reserves, but finding that it is 
unwise to crowd his troops on the narrow ridge, he enters upon a 
severe hand-to-hand struggle, which results in a terrible loss of life. 
Both sides fight with desperation, and neither can dislodge the other. 
Corse cannot carry the works on his front, nor will he yield the posi- 
tion he has gained. 

Loomis and Smith, moving along the sides of the mountain, met 
with better success, having fewer difficulties to overcome. Smith was 
gradually pressing back the enemy on the left spur of the ridge, while 
Loomis, on the opposite side, succeeded in getting abreast of the tun- 
nel so that he could open an enfilading fire upon the confederates 
concealed therein. This cross-fire had the eftect of relieving to some 
extent, the pressure on Corse's command. In the midst of this fight, 
and early in the struggle, the gallant Corse was severely wounded and 
his command devolved upon Colonel Wolcott. 

Hour after hour the battle raged at this point. Fresh columns of 



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hooker's advance on the right. 445 

the enemy came streaming down the hillside, while battery after bat- 
tery was posted upon the spurs above so as to pour a hot flood of metal 
upon the wearied and bleeding Nationals. At three o'clock it looked 
as though Sherman's attack would prove a costly failure, but at this 
crisis the reserve brigades of Runyon and Matthias were hurried for- 
ward. Crossing the open ground on a run, these fresh brigades formed 
a junction with Wolcott, but, owing to the nature of the ground, they 
were forced into a position where they were exposed to a flank and 
rear attack. The enemy promptly recognized this weakness and fell 
upon Runyon and Matthias almost before they could form their lines. 
The attack was made vigorously and in overwhelming force ; the two 
brigades were driven down the hill in some disorder. But this advan- 
tage was of short duration, for the boys reformed at the foot of the 
hill and returned to the attack so vigorously that the foe was soon 
driven back behind the works. 

During all this time Grant was anxiously watching the progress of 
the battle and waiting for an opportune moment to throw Thomas 
upon the enemy's front. He knew that Sherman was maintaining a 
desperate fight against fearful odds; but he had faith in old " Tecum- 
seh," for he remembered how Sherman had stood like a wall of adamant 
at the foot of the bridge over Snake Creek, at Shiloh, his men massed 
around him, presenting to the foe a huge ai:d shining shield of 
solid steel which effectually resisted and ultimately turned the tide of 
battle. He knew that this trusted chief-lieutenant would not fail him 
now. No doubt Grant would have trembled for the fate of his left 
wing had it any less vigilant and competent commander. But Bragg 
was doing exactly what Grant wanted him to do, viz : weakening his 
center to save his right and left, which were so vigorously threatened 
by Sherman on the one side and Hooker on the other. While Sher- 
man's valiant legions thus held the foe at bay, drawing to their front 
the flower of Bragg's whole army, the general-in-chief gave the signal 
for the grand assault upon the center. It was now four o'clock. 

hooker's advance on the right. 

While Sherman was battering away on Bragg's right. Hooker was 
gallantly carrying out his part of the day's programme. Soon after 
sunrise " Fighting Joe," who had rested all night upon Lookout 
Mountain, could be seen moving down its eastern slope and through 
the valley. Reaching Chattanooga creek, he found that the rebels 
whom he had driven from Lookout Mountain the preceding night had 
paused long enough in their headlong flight to burn the bridge. This, 
unfortunately, cost Hooker three hours of valuable time, and Sherman's 



446 IN THE CHATTANOOGA VALLEY. 

boys were in the midst of the engagement before Hooker could get 
into action. 

The bridge was replaced as soon as possible, and soon the columns 
passed through Rossville Gap, no opposition being so far encountered. 
Facing to the north. Hooker now advanced straight along both sides 
and the crest of Missionary Ridge — Osterhaus on the right of the line, 
Geary on the left, and Cruft in the center. There was no resisting the 
impetuous dash of the Nationals. Although the confederates fought 
with desperation they were steadily forced back from point to point. 
Cruft, marching steadily and powerfully along the crest, broke the rebel 
lines to pieces, and the crumbling fragments, flying down the slopes, 
fell into the hands of Osterhaus on the right or of Geary on the left. 

Thus Hooker completely overpowered and outgeneraled Brecken- 
ridge, and when Grant's signal guns announced to Sherman that the 
hour of his relief had come, Hooker's work was also done, and he was 
ready to assist in the final and decisive struggle. 

UNPARALLELED CHARGE UP THE HEIGHTS, 

The time had come, and the well-tried soldiers of Thomas' battle- 
scarred army were about to be put to a severe test. One mile before 
them a steep acclivity went up sheer four hundred feet. A line of 
rifle pits encircled its base while its summit was studded with double- 
shotted cannon. Between Thomas' line and the coveted confederate 
position was an open space nearly a mile in width, over which the 
Army of the Cumberland must advance. No ordinary troops, no 
common bravery, could accomplish the task. But Thomas' soldiers 
were neither common nor ordinary. 

Twenty minutes before four o'clock the signal guns were fired. 
Strong and steady the order rang out: "Number one, fire ! number 
two, fire ! number three, fire !" it seemed like the tolling of the clock 
of destiny. The signal agreed upon was six cannon shots at intervals 
of two seconds. When, at " Number six, fire !" the roar throbbed out 
with a flash, the dead line that had been lying all day behind the 
works came to life in the twinkling of an eye, and immediately twenty 
thousand men sprang swiftly forward, moving in line of battle by 
brigades, a double skirmish line in front, and the reserves, en masses 
closely following. 

The enemy's rifle pits, around the base of the Ridge were all ablaze, 
and a deadly storm of bullets greeted the assailants at every step. 
Pressing right onward, the enemy's skirmishers were first encountered, 
but these were quickly hurled back upon the rifle pits, where the 
rebels were massed in strong force. 



UNPARALLELED CHARGE UP THE HEIGHTS 447 

The orders for the movement contemplated a halt in the first line 
of works for rest and re-alignment; but these orders did not satisfy 
the brave men of Thomas' army who were burning to wipe out the 
defeat at Chickamauga. The bold divisions of Sheridan and Wood 
had not started out for a holiday excursion, nor did they intend to 
retrace their steps so long as a man remained in the ranks. By a 
swift and desperate rush they broke through the first confederate line 
of defenses in two places, and at once all was confusion. Some of the 
rebels fled up the rock}^ slopes; hundreds were captured and sent to 
the rear, Sheridan and Wood led on their men, inspiring them to 
deeds of valor by their own heroic example. Elated by success, and 
impatient under the galling fire that was pouring down on them like 
a deluge from the frowning heights above, the Nationals waited not 
for re-formation nor for further orders, but, springing over the first 
line of works, they started to clamber up the precipitous steep before 
them. The general elevation was four hundred feet, and this involved 
a scramble of five hundred yards over a slanting surface broken by 
ravines, strewn with masses of loose rock, tangled with fallen timber 
and blockaded in spots by huge boulders. At the top, and at inter- 
vals between, were posted field batteries and ranks of riflemen who 
swept the slope with an enfilading fire. 

No one premeditated this headlong plunge up the rocky side of 
Missionary Ridge. Not Grant, nor Sherman, nor Granger, nor Sher- 
idan, nor even the men themselves hoped to do more, at the first 
onslaught, than to take the works at the base of the ridge. The for- 
ward movement was instigated by an irresistible impulse, born of 
success, and was executed without orders. When Grant saw the boys 
of the Fourth Corps swarming like bees up the rugged mountain side, 
he turned to Thomas and said : 

"Who ordered those men up the ridge?" 

" I don't know ; I did not," returned Thomas with his customary 
coolness. 

Grant turned next to Granger. " Did you order them up. Granger?'* 

" No," said Granger. " They started up without orders. When those 
boys get started all hades can't stop them." 

Grant's first feeling of dissatisfaction soon gave way to a sense of 
pride, mingled with anxiety. He feared that all this valor might end 
in a bloody repulse. Turning to a staff" officer he said : " Ride at once 
to Wood, and then to Sheridan, and ask them if they ordered their men 
up the ridge. Tell them to go ahead if they think they can succeed." 

When the officer reached General Wood the latter replied : " I didn't 
order them to go up ; they started on their own account, and they're 



448 IN THE CHATTANOOGA VALLEY. 

going up, tool Tell Granger if he will support us we will take the 
ridge and hold it." 

Sheridan was next seen. " No, I didn't give any such order," said 
" little Phil," " but we are going up there just the same." Then waving 
a salute at a group of rebel officers who were standing on the summit, 
in front of Bragg's headquarters, Sheridan exclaimed, with mock 
courtesy, "Here's at you, Mr. Bragg!" In an instant two rebel guns, 
known as " Lady Bragg " and " Lady Buckner," were fired at Sheridan 
and his party. One of the shells struck so close that Sheridan and 
Avery were spattered with dust and dirt. " That's mighty ungenerous," 
exclaimed Sheridan. " I'm going to take those guns for that!" 

Nothing less than the palisades of Lookout Mountain could have 
stopped the Army of the Cumberland. Bragg and his legions above 
still deemed their position impregnable. All the heights were black 
with spectators of that wonderful assault. It is doubtful if any of the 
onlookers expected to see the valiant Nationals gain the crest, but the 
boys themselves knew they were going all the way up. The guns in 
the Union works were now necessarily silent. The advancing flags 
and the glittering bayonets marked the steady onward rush of the 
Union advance. Every moment a sharpshooter'sbullet would cause a 
banner to drop for an instant, but willing hands would quickly bear 
the colors aloft again. Soon the regiments, rallying and forming on 
their colors, began to assume the appearance of wedge-shaped masses, 
pressing eagerly forward after the brawny guards who pushed the 
regimental standards steadily forward. Bragg, seeing that Thomas' 
attack was growing formidable, hurried reinforcements rapidly from 
his right and left. Large bodies of men could be seen coming up to 
the front at double quick. The rebel leaders, now thoroughly alarmed, 
strove to encourage their troops to stand firm. The Nationals were 
now so close to the summit that the rebel cannon were useless, for they 
could not be depressed sufficiently to bear upon the advancing army. 
Then the cannoneers began to roll great shells, with lighted fuses, 
down the steep incline. Scores of these came bowling down the hill, 
but to no purpose, for in a moment more the cheering ranks of Sher- 
idan and Wood broke over the crest in several places. Sheridan 
sprang over the rebel works near Bragg's headquarters, and stood 
beside the two guns before mentioned, making good his promise to 
" take " them. Johnson swept over the works on Sheridan's right, and 
Baird, of the Fourteenth corps, joined Wood in his glorious victory, 
just in time to change front and oppose a strong force of confederates 
who were swooping down on our left flank, and whom he drove back 
with great slaughter. 




•NOTHING LESS THAN THE PAIJSADES OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN COITIiD HAVE STOPPED THEM. 



UNPARALLELED CHARGE UP THE HEIGHTS. 



451 



Soon the confederates were in full retreat, and their abandoned guns 
were ungraciously ploughing their receding ranks with their own 
metal. Hooker, his men shouting loud pseans of victory, was still 
closing in on the right, while Sherman was reaping the reward of 
his stubborn defense and gallant attack. The sun was still above 
the western horizon — when Missionary Ridge was in the undisputed 
possession of the Federal army, whose banners gleamed brightly in 
the waning light of day while its soldiers rent the air with long and 
loud shouts of victory and gladness. 




SfAJOR-GENERAi;. JAMES li. MC PHERSON, COMMANDER OF THE ARMY OP THE TENNE3SEB. 
(^Killed at the Battle of Atlanta., Jxtly 22. 1864.) 



POST-ROOM RECITATIONS. 



A POET'S VISION. 



REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY OP THE DEAIX, 




READ last night of the Grand Review 
In Washington's chiefest Avenue — 
Two hundred thousand men in blue, 

I thinlc they said was the number — 
'Till I seemed to hear their trampling feet, 
The bugle's blast and the drum's quick beat. 
The clatter of hoofs in the stony street, 
The cheers of people who came to greet, 
And the thousand details that to repeat 
Would only my verse encumber — 
Till I fell in a reverie sad and sweet, 

And then to a beautiful slumber. 

When lo ! in a vision I seemed to stand 
In the lonely capitol. On each hand 
Far stretched the portico ; dim and grand. 
Its columns ranged like a martial band 
Of sheeted spectres whom some command 

Had called to a last reviewing. 
And the streets of the city were white and bare, 
No footfall echoed across the square ; 
But out of the misty mountain air 
I heard in the distance a trumpet blare, 
And the wandering night-winds seemed to bear 

The sound of a far tattooing. 

Then I held my breath with fear and dread ; 
Far into the square with a brazen tread 

O'erlooked the review that morning, 
That never bowed from its firm-set seat 
When the living column passed its feet. 
Yet now rode steadily up the street, 
To the phantom bugle's warning— 
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A poet's vision. 463 

'Till it reached the capitol square and wheeled, 
And there in the moonlight stood revealed 
A. well-known form that in state and field 

Had led our patriot sires ; 
Whose face was turned to the sleeping camp. 
Afar through the river's fog and damp, 
That showed no flicker, nor waning lamp, 

Nor wasted bivouac fires. 

And I saw a phantom army come, 
With never a sign of fife or drum, 
But keeping in time to a throbbing hum 

Of wailing and lamentation — 
The martyred heroes of Malvern hill, 
Of Gettysburg and Chancellorsville, 
The men whose wasted figures fill 

The patriot graves of the nation. 

And there came the nameless dead — the men 
Who perished in fever-swamp and fen. 
The slowly starved of the prison pen ; 

And, marching beside the others. 
Came the dusky martyrs of Pillow's fight. 
With limbs enfranchised and bearing bright; 
I thought — perhaps 'twas the pale moonlight — 

They looked as white as their brothers. 

And so all night marched the Nation's dead, 
With never a banner above them spread. 
Nor a badge, nor a motto brandished ; 
No mark — save the bare uncovered head 

Of the silent bronze reviewer ; 
With never an arch save the vaulted sky ; 
With never a flower save those that lie 
On the distant graves — for love could buy 

No gift that was purer or truer. 

So all night long swept the strange array ; 
So all night long, till the morning gray, 
I watched for one who had passed away, 

With a reverent awe and wonder — 
Till a blue cap waved in the lengthening line. 
And I knew that one who was kin of mine 
Had come : and I spake — and lo ! that sign 

Awakened me from my slumber. 

Bret Hartb. 



454 POST-ROOM RECITATIONS. 

YACOB AT LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN. 



n 



AH, I shpeaks English a leetle ; berhaps you shpeaks petter der 
German." 
" No, not a word." " Vel den, raeester, it hardt for to be oonder- 
^y^f;^^^^ stand t. 

i^^^^^'i^^i* I vos drei yahr in your country, I fights in der army mit Sher- 

■ **'4'^ ' Twentiet Illinois Infantry — Fightin' Joe Hooker's commandt.'* 




•* So you've seen service in Georgia — a veteran, eh ?" " Vel, I tell you 
Shust how it was, I vent ofer iu sixty, und landt in Nei-Yark ; 
I sphends all mme money, gets sick, und near dies in der Hospiddal Bellevue ; 
Ven I gets petter I tramps to Shecago to look for some vork." 

" Pretty young then, I suppose?" " Yah, svansig apout; und der peobles 
Vot I goes to for some vork, dey hafe none for to geef ; 
Efery von laughs : but I holds my head ope shust so high as der steeples. 
Only dot var comes along, or I should have die, I belief." 

" Ever get wounded ? I notice you walk rather lame and unsteady. 
Ah ! got a wooden leg, eh? What battle? At Lookout! don't say? 
I was there too — wait a minute — your beer-glass is empty already. 
Call for another. There I tell me how 'twas you got wounded that day." 

" Vel, ve charge ope der side of der mountain — der sky vos all smoky und hazy; 
Ve fight all day long in der clouds, but I never get hit until night — 
But — I don't care to say mooch apout it. Der poys called me foolish und crazy. 
Und der doctor vot cut ofe my leg, he say, 'Goot' — dot it serf me shust right. 

" But I dinks I vood do dot thing over again, shust der same, und no matter 
Vot any man say" " Well, let's hear it you needn't mind talking to me, 
For I was there, too, as I tell you — and Lor' ! how the bullets did patter 
Around on that breastwork of boulders that sheltered our Tenth Tennessee.'* 

" So? Dot vos a Tennessee regiment charged upon ours in de efening, 
Shust before dark ; und dey yell as dey charge, und ve geef a hurrah ; 
Der roar of der guns, it vos orful." " Ah ! yes, I remember, 'twas deafening , 
The hottest musketry firing that ever our regiment saw." 

" Und after ve drove dem back, und der night come on, I listen, 
Und dinks dot I hear somepody a callin' — a voice dot ci'ied, 
• Pring me some vater for Gott's sake' — I saw his pelt-blate glisten 
Oouder der moonlight, on der j^arapet, shust outside. 



THE DEAD COLONEL IN THE BLUE. 



455 



" I dhrow my canteen ofer to vera be lie, but be answer 
Dot bis left bandt vos gone, und bis rigbt arm proke mit a fall ; 
Den I shump ofer, und gife bim to drink, but shust as I ran, sir, 
Bang ! come a sbarp-sbooter's pullet ; und dot's bow it vos — dot is all.'* 

" And tbey called you foolisb and crazy, did tbey ? Him you befriended — 
Tbe ' reb,' I mean — wbat became of bim ? Did be ever come 'round?" 
" Dey tell me be crawl to my side, und call till bis strengtb all ended, 
Until dey come out mit der stretchers, und carry us off from der ground. 

" But pefore ve go, be ask me my name, und says be, ' Yacob Keller, 
You loses your leg for me, und some day, if botb of us leefs, 
I sbows you I don't vorget' — but be most bafe died, de poor feller ; 
I nefer bear ofe bim since. He don't get veil, I beliefs, 

" Only I always got der saddisfacbsbun ofe knowin' — 
Sbtop ! vots der matter ? Here, take some peer, you're vite as a sheet — 
Sbteady ! your bandt on my shoulder ! my gootness ? I dinks you vos goin' 
To lose your senses avay, und fall rigbt off mit der seat.' 

" Geef me your bandts. Vot ! der left one gone ? Und you vos a soldier 
In dot same battle ? — a Tennessee regiment ? — dot's mighty queer — 
Berbaps after all you're — " " Yes, Yacob, God bless you, old fellow, I told you 
I'd never — no, never forget you. I told you I'd come, and I'm here." 

George L. Catlin, 



THE DEAD COLONEL IN THE BLUE. 




UT where tbe murky night 
Closed o'er tbe waning fight, 
Just there we found bim ; about bim the blue ; 
Pale the dim lantern's beam. 
Still, there the crimson stream 
Told bow be fell ; — ah ! tbe brave heart and true I 



Fold the coat round bim 

Here where ye found him ; 
Turn tbe sod over, and bid bim adieu ; 

Lift up brief prayer to God, 

Where the torn column trod ; 
This is "God's acre" for brave hearts and true. 



456 POST-ROOM RECITATIONS. 

Blood-staiued and tattered ? 

Ah ! naught it mattered 
When through the shot streamed the battle-line blue ; 

Honored in story, 

Fold it for glory, 
Leave it about him, the brave heart and true. 

Red? Yes, the bayonet 

Stamps there its pathway yet ; 
White? Ah, the pallid brow, wrapped in the blue ! 

Yet these, his country's sign, 

Well may the hues combine, 
When sleeps in glory the brave heart and true. 

Fold the coat round him, 

Just where ye found him ; 
Drop the tear, comrades, and bid him adieu ; 

Dear be his name and fame, 

His be the high acclaim. 
When sounds the roll-call of brave hearts and true. 

" AUention f " The quick step ; 

Firm now the quivering lip ; 
"Forward March /" On for the red, white and bluel 

Think of his gallant lead. 

His be your mien and deed : 
Farewell the Colonel ! Brave heart and true ! 

Rev. George B. Wilder. 



A DECORATION DAY POEM. 

HE child was young and beauteous, the graudsire old and 
gray. 
And hand-in-hand they marched along that Decoration 

Day; 
The maiden bore a chaplet of lily and of rose 
^^^ ' To place above the silent lips that never should unclose. 

They paused beside a hillock upon whose simple stone 
Was graved, in fading characters, that mournful word " Unknown P^ 
They sat them down upon the mound, and thus the grandsire spoke — 
" My child," said he, with quivering lip, as thrilling memories woke, 




NIGHT AFTER SHILOH. 457 

'* We'll place our humble offering upon this lonely grave. 

For here may lie the sacred dust of some forgotten brave ; 

Perchance on picket-guard he fell, or from the gory plain 

His comrades bore a shattex-ed form thro' ranks of trampled slain. 

'Twas thus, methinks," the old man said, " thus fell my noble son, 
Thy father, child, my soldier boy — my hope, my only one ; 
He sprang to action swift and strong — he heard his country's call — 
*No star shall from our flag be torn, as God is over all !' 

" That starry banner blazed afar, the ensign of the free, 

The beacon-light of millions past and millions yet to be ; 

Thy father loved its shining folds, he followed where they waved. 

Thro' tangled wood, or frowning height, as battle's storm he braved. 

" And once he wrote, * Your soldier son to-morrow at the dawn 
Will meet the foe, and should he fall before the night comes on, 
Remember, as our cause is just, that so my heart is brave. 
And glory shines beyond the gloom of e'en an unmarked grave.* 

*' No other tidings ever came, the months and years sped on, 

And martial heroes proudly wore the laurels they had won, 

And freedom unto every soul within our land was given, 

And glory veiled the nameless ones up-borne from strife to Heaven.** 

The grandsire and the maiden knelt ; — upon the vernal air. 
Made odorous by the scented bloom he murmured forth a prayer. 
It breathed of charity to all — of malice unto none — 
That North and South, that East and West might henceforth dwell as one. 

Mrs. H. N. Ralston. 



NIGHT AFTER SHILOH. 

HE darkness fell upon Shiloh, 
The stars gleamed out in light. 
And Heaven was full of glory, 
Though the earth was full of night. 
All over the field the soldiers lay, 
Life after life ebbed slowly away, 
Drop after drop of crimson stain 
Dripped down on that battle- trodden plain, 
And leader and private, side by side. 
In silence suffered — in silence died. 




45& POST-ROOM RECITATIONS. 

Some wandering night bird overhead, 
Some sighing wind from out the pines, 
Were the only watchers of the dead ; 
And all was quiet along the lines. 
All quiet ! the dead, in their long rest , 
The wounded, in anguish unconfessed ; 
For hearts were strong, though life was faint^ 
With victory hushing each complaint; 
And dying men were faithful and true 
As ever in life, to the red, white and blue. 

All quiet ! what if thoughts fled away 
To some fair home of love and rest? 
What if each soldier, where he lay, 
Brought round him the faces he loved the best, 
A vision of dear ones, young and old ? 
Would their hearts break when his grew cold ? 
Was his so strong ! Oh, pitying night ! 
Cover those faces so still and white ! 
Hide every throb of grief and pain — 
Each quivering lip on that dreary j)lain ; 
Breathe softly, oh wind ! on each poor brow^ 
There are no loved hands to fan it now — 
No gentle fingers to wipe away 
The battle stains of this bloody day. 

In a little thicket of dark pine trees. 

That sweetened and cooled the evening breeze, 

A soldier lay. The heavy shade 

Which pine tree branches above him made 

Seemed to shut out both earth and sky — 

All mortal love, and heavenly eye. 

Was he alone then ? Could none hear 

His smothered sigh for home and friends? 

That home among free northern hills. 

Where voices of children at their play 

Shouted and sang to the mountain rills! 

The murmuring night-wind lends its ear, 

The tall pine-tree above him bends, 

And home and friends are far away. 

'Mid heaps of wounded and of slain 

He is alone on Shiloh's plain. 

Not long alone ; for, from afar. 

Seen through a rift Athere branches sway. 

Beams out one single guiding star — 



NIGHT AFTER SHILOH. 459 

A beacon fire upon his way ; 

And warm celestial glory shines 

Down through the shadowy, dreary pines. 

The fading eyes grow strong and clear : 

Home close at hand, with Heaven so near; 

How short a step from night and time 

To Heaven's immortal, sun-bright clime! 

And what are griefs, or death, or pain. 

Compared with Heaven's eternal gain ? 

His heart is stilled : that quick, wild beat, 

"Which yearned for home and friends once more, 

Grows calm, his coming Lord to meet, 

And triumphs, where it grieved before. 

" I'm not alone. How can I be ? 

For Jesus now remembers me." 

Then with a joyful, faltering tongue 

The dying man broke forth and sung— 

" When I can read my title clear 
To mansions in the skies, 

I'll bid farewell to every fear. 
And wipe my weeping eyes." 



Another heard it, where he lay 
Bleeding his fair young life away. 
Listened, with one unspoken cry, 
For those he loved to see him die. 
Then caught the glory of the strain, 
And gave the watchword back again — 

" Let cares like a wild deluge come, 
And storms of sorrow fall, 

May I but safely reach my home. 
My God, my Heaven, my all." 



The sweet, faint echoes of the strain 
Floated along dark Shiloh's plain, 
Hushed many a sob — dried many a teal^— 
Told many a heart that God was near, 
Until, amid the dying throng, 
Another Christian caught the song. 
His stiffening wounds were all forgot. 
It seemed as though he felt them not. 
As, with slow accents, clear and sweet. 
He laid his head at Jesus' feet: — 



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" There shall I bathe my weary soul 

In seas of heavenly rest, 
And not a wave of trouble roll 
Across ray peaceful breast." 

The night came down upon Shiloh ; 

But all through the dusky night, 

Soul after soul into glory 

Went winging its homeward flight, 

Their lives, for their country given. 

In victory ebbed away. 

For Death himself was vanquished 

Upon Shiloh's plain that day. 



THE OLD SERGEANT. 




•* It will 
** What 



OME a little nearer, doctor — thank you — let me take the cup; 
Draw your chair up — draw it closer — just another little sup ! 
Maybe you may think I'm better ; but I'm pretty well used up — 
Doctor, you've done all you could do, but I'm just a going up 1 



" Feel my pulse, sir, if you want to ; but it ain't much use to 
try-" 

Never say that," said the surgeon, as he smothered down a 
sigh ; 
never do, old comrade, for a soldier to say die !" 
you say will make no difference, doctor when you come to die." 



" Doctor what has been the matter?" " You were very faint, they say ; 
You must try to get some sleep now " " Doctor, have I been away ?" 
" Not that anybody knows of!" " Doctor — doctor, please to stay ! 
There is something I must tell you. and you won't have long to stay I 

" I have got my marching orders, and I'm ready now to go ; 
Doctor, did you say I fainted ?— but it couldn't ha' been so, — 
For as sure as I'm a sergeant, and was wounded at Shiloh, 
I've this very night been back there on the old field of Shiloh I 

** This is all that I remember ! The last time the lighter came. 

And the lights had all been lowered, and the noises much the same. 

He had not been gone five minutes before something called my name ; 

' Orderly Sergeant — Robert Burton !' just that way it called my name. 



THE OLD SERGEANT. 461 

** And I wondered who could call me so distinctly and so slow, 
Knew it couldn't be the lighter, he could not have spoken so, 
And tried to answer, ' Here, sir !' but I couldn't make it go I 
For I couldn't move a muscle, and I couldn't make it go I 

" Then I thought : It's all a nightmare, all a humbug and a bore ; 

Just another foolish grape-vine — and it won't come any more ; 

But it came, sir, notwithstanding, just the same way as before : 

* Orderly Sergeant — Robert Burton !' even plainer than before. 

" That is all that I remember, till a sudden burst of light, 
And I stood beside the river, where we stood that Sunday night. 
Waiting to be ferried over to the dark bluffs opposite, 
When the river was perdition and all hell was opposite . 

" And the same old palpitation came again in all its power, 

And I heard a bugle sounding, as from some celestial tower ; 

And the same mysterious voice said : 'It is the eleventh hour ! 

Orderly Sergeant — Robert Burton, — it is the eleventh hour!* 

" Doctor Austin I what day is this?" " It is Wednesday night, you know." 
" Yes — to-morrow will be New Year's, and a right good time below ! 
What time is it, Doctor Austin ?" " Nearly twelve." " Then don't you go I 
Can it be that all this happened — all this — not an hour ago ? 

" There was where the gunboats opened on the dark rebellious host. 
And where Webster semicircled his last guns upon the coast; 
There were still the two log-houses, just the same, or else their ghost I 
And the same old transport came and took me over, — or its ghost I 

" And the old field lay before me all deserted far and wide ; 
There was where they fell on Prentiss — there McCleruand met the tide; 
There was where stern Sherman rallied, and where Hurlbut's heroes died,— 
Lower down where Wallace charged them, and kept charging till he died. 

" There was where Lew Wallace showed them he was of the canny kin ; 
There was where old Nelson thundered, and where Rousseau waded in ; 
There McCook sent 'em to breakfast, and we all began to win ; 
•There was where the grape-shot took me, just as we began to win. 

" Now a shroud of snow and silence over everything was spread ; 
And but for this old blue mantle and the old hat on my head, 
I should not have even doubted, to this moment, I was dead; 
For my footsteps were as silent as the snow upon the dead I 



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" Death and silence ! — death and silence ! all around me as I sped ! 

And behold a mighty tower, as if builded to the dead, 

To the heaven of the heavens lifted up its mighty head. 

Till the stars and stripes of heaven all seem waving from its headl 



" Round and mighty-based it towered, up into the infinite. 
And I knew no mortal mason could have built a shaft so bright ; 
For it shone like solid sunshine ; and a winding stair of light 
Wound around it and around it till it wound clear out of sight! 

** And, behold, as I approached it, with a rapt and dazzled stare. 
Thinking that I saw old comrades just ascending the great stair, 
Suddenly the solemn challenge broke of — 'Halt, and who goes there V 

* I'm a friend,' I said, ' if you are.' ' Then advance, sir, to the stair I' 

*' I advanced ! That sentry, doctor, was Elijah Ballantyne . 
First of all to fall on Monday, after we had formed the line ! 

* Welcome, my old sergeant, welcome ! Welcome by that countersign 1' 
And he pointed to the scar there, under this old cloak of mine ! 

** As he grasped my hand, I shuddered, thinking only of the grave ; 
But he smiled and pointed upward with a bright and bloodless glaive ; 

* That's the way, sir, to headquarters !' ' What headquarters ?' ' Of the brave 1* 

* But the great tower ?' ' That,' he answered, ' is the way, sir, of the brave I' 

" Then a sudden shame came o'er me at his uniform of light ; 
At my own so old and tattered, and at his so new and bright. 

* Ah !' said he, ' you have forgotten the new uniform to-night. 
Hurry back, for you must be here at just twelve o'clock to-night!' 



** And the next thing I remember, you were sitting there, and I — 
Doctor, did you hear a footstep ? Hark ! — God bless you all ! Good-by I 
Doctor, please to give my musket and my knapsack, when I die. 
To my son — my son that's coming — he won't get here till I die ! 



*' Tell him his old father blessed him as he never did before, 

And to carry that old musket — " Hark ! a knock is at the door — 

" Till the Union — " See! it opens! — "Father! Father! speak once more !"- 

** Bless you 1" gasped the old gray sei-geant — and he lay and said no more ! 

FORSYTHE WiLLSON. 




A RHYME OP THE NAVY. 463 

A RHYME OF THE NAVY. 

T was a bright March evening, in the spring of Sixty-two, 
The ocean monster Merrimac off Craney island drew, 
All freighted with her forty guns, the monarch of the seas, 
With Rebel soldiers on her deck, and banners on the breeze. 

She was the staunchest ship of war that ever put from shore. 
4^ 'Tis said her like was never launched upon the seas before ; 

■^ And at each side an iron-clad, the Jamestown and the York, 

Prepared to make of Yankee sloops a supper for the shark. 

And straight to Newport News they bore, fast plowing thro' the spray, 
To where our little Cumberland lay rocking on the bay ; 
And where the crippled Congress, too, as yet unused to wars, 
At anchor swung upon the tide, beneath the Stripes and Stars. 

As darkness fell on Hampton Roads, that long remembered night. 
No choice was left our Yankee tars but strike their flag, or fight ; 
No shadow of a hope to cheer, no Providence to save. 
They could but make a gallant stand, and gain a glorious grave. 

From Fort Monroe a cry went up of strong men in despair. 

They saw the doomed ship's streamers wave, but could not reach them there; 

They saw the triple monsters near, with dark insatiate brow, 

And treason floating at the mast, and death upon the prow. 

Each pivot gun was m its place, each bluecoat at his post, 
And still the Merrimac drove on, as noiseless as a ghost ; 
On board the Cumberland no word escaped a soldier's lip. 
But every man resolved to die ere he'd desert the ship. 

And now the heavy Armstrongs are groaning o'er the deep. 
And shrieking storms of solid shot from hidden engines leap ; 
At once, and with an awful crash of thunder-stricken walls, 
Before the traitor's plunging prow the Union frigate falls. 

Her shattered hull is settling fast beneath the dusky sea, 
With fifty gunners on her deck, too proud to bend the knee ; 
And lo ! from heaps of mangled men some reel with death-dim eye, 
And stagger fiercely to their guns an instant but to die. 

Thro' all the thunder of the fray was gallant Morris heard, 
To left and right among the crew, who kindled at his word ; 
I trow no mortal men e'er fought more truly brave than they, 
And nobly did they meet their doom upon that bloody bay. 



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And still our starry banner swung sublimely at the mast, 
And when the blessed ship went down it fluttered to the last ; 
And as the morrow's sun arose upon the red sea sand, 
Its rainbow bows were floating still above the Cumberland. 

And what a Sabbath morn was that, and who can tell the woe 
That beat within our soldiers' breasts, like billows to and fro? 
Full well they knew another hour would turn the tide of war. 
And many a brother man would fall, in the cause he battled for. 

And now the floating fort again comes driviug up the sea, 
Round Tanner's Point and Craney Isle, with spirits light and free, 
And pleasure boats are at the stern, with lords and ladies gay. 
To see their Southern kraken sweep our sloops of war away. 

Then onward up the Chesapeake, with naught to stay her power, 
She'll sink her flukes at Washington before another hour, 
And thro' the National Capital will howl the dogs of war. 
And Philadelphia, too, must fall. New York, and Baltimore. 

But see ! w^hat tiny thing is that, far northward on the brine, 
No larger than a grain of sand, or purple drop of wine ? 
What means that shouting up and down the old Virginia shore. 
And why do those old harbors ring as they never rang before? 

Go back ! go back ! oh, Merrimac ! the Lord is on the sea, 
'Twas He that put yon boat afloat, and you must let her be ; 
Death rides gigantic on her tower, and warns you to return. 
Now speed you back, proud Merrimac, or a bloody lesson learn. 

Undaunted, free, the ocean-waif comes dancing down the tide. 
With Freedom's passport on her prow, and a jolly crew inside ; 
And when full into view she hove, the rebels roared and laughed, 
And swore it was a " Yankee cheese " upon a " Yankee raft." 

They scarcely deemed her worth a shot, so short, so weak and small, 
Two port holes in a turning tub, a flag — and that was all. 
But see ! Upon the traitor fierce, she rushes swift and bold, 
Like David on Goliath, in the holy war of old. 

Now clouds of flashing fire and smoke around the foemen wrap. 
And deep amidst the tempest wild the cannon thunders clap, 
While crashing round the ships like hail, the iron bullets shower. 
Great God our srallant soldiers shield in this terrific hour ! 



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But hark ! Above the battle din breaks forth a joyous peal, 
The baby " Monitor " has crushed the Rebel's ribs of steel ; 
She staggers, stricken to the heart, as a lightning-shattered tree, 
And drags her shameless, bleeding hulk forever off the sea. 

Now lift your voices, every one, and fling your banners out, 
On every sunny hill and plain, let " Freedom " be the shout ; 
Huzza for noble Ericsson, and gallant Worden, too. 
And glory to the " Monitor," and its heroic crew. 

Of all the tales of naval strife that mortal yet has read. 

There is not one compares with that at Hampton Roads, 'tis said ; 

And as the tide of time flows on, the story'll still be told. 

How the boasted " Merrimac " went down in the Civil War of old, 

J. N. Matthews. 



THE GREAT COMMANDER. 




IVIL soldiers, reassembled by the river of your fame. 

Ye who saved the virgin city bathed in Washington's clear 

name. 
Which of all your past commanders doth this day your memory 
haunt? 
^Jjf}§3 Scott, McDowell, Burnside, Hooker, Meade, McClellan, Halleck, 
Sl2 Grant ? 

There is one too little mentioned when your proud reunions come, 
And the thoughtful love of country dies upon the sounding drum; 
Let me call him in your muster ! Let me wake him in your grief! 
Captain by the Constitution, Abr'am Lincoln was your chief. 

Ever nearest to his person, ye were his defense and shield ; 

He alone of your commanders died upon the battle-field ; 

All your Generals were his children, leaning on him childish-willed. 

And they all were filial mourners round the mighty tomb he filled. 

Tender as the harp of David his soft answers now become, 
When amid the cares of kingdoms rose and fell some Absalom ; 
And his humor gilds his memory, like a light within a tent, 
Or the sunken sun that lingers on the lofty monument. 



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Like the slave that saw the sunrise with his face turned toward the West, 
As it flashed, while yet 'twas hidden, on a slender steeple's crest ; 
So while Victory turned her from him, ere the dawn in welcome came, 
On his pen Emancipation glittered like an altar flame. 

Feeling for the doomed deserter, feeling for the drafted sire, 
For the empty Northern hearthstone and the Southern home afire, 
Mercy kept him grim as Moloch, all the future babes to free, 
And eternal peace to garner for the millions yet to be. 

Not a soldier of the classics, he could see through learned pretense, 
Master of the greatest science, military common-sense ; 
As he watched your marches, comrades, hither, thither, wayward years, 
On his map the roads you followed, you can trace them by his tears. 

In the rear the jieople clamored, in the front the Generals missed ; 
In his inner councils harbored critic and antagonist ; 
But he ruled them by an instinct like the queen among the bees. 
With a wealth of soul that honeyed Publicans and Pharisees. 

Faint of faith, we looked behind us for a chief of higher tone, 
While the voice that drowned the trumpets was the echo of our own: 
Ever thus, my old companions ! Genius has us by the hand. 
Walking on the tempest with us, every crisis to command. 

Like the bugle blown at evening by some homesick son of art, 
Lincoln's words, unearthly, quiver in the universal heart ; 
Not an echo left of malice, scarce of triumph, in the strain, 
As when summer thunder murmurs in pathetic showers of rain. 

Years forever consecrated, here he lived where duties be, 
Never crying on the climate or the toil's monotony : 
Here his darling boy he buried and the night in vigil wept. 
Like his Lord within the garden when the tired disciples slept. 

How his call for men went ringing round the world, a mighty bell I 
And the races of creation came the proud revolt to quell ! 
Standing in the last reaction of the rock of human rights, 
Worn and mournful grew his features in the flash of battle lights. 

Once, like Moses from the mountain, looked he on the realm he won, 
When the slaves in burning Richmond knelt and thought him Washington, 
Then an envious bravo snatched him from the theatre of things. 
To become a saint of Nature in the Pantheon of Kings. 



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Faded are the golden chevrons, vanished is the pride of war ; 
Mild in Heaven his moral glory lingers like the morning star, 
And the Freeman's zone of cotton his white spirit seems to be, 
And the insects in the harvest beat his army's reveille. 

All around him spoiled or greedy, women vain and honor spent. 

Still his faith in human nature lived without discouragement ; 

For his country, which could raise him, barefoot, to the monarch's height, 

Could he mock her, or his mother, though her name she could not write? 

Deep the wells of humble childhood, cool the spring beside the hut — 
Millions more as poor as Lincoln see the door he has not shut. 
Not till wealth has made its canker every poor white's cabin through, 
Shall the Great Republic wither or the infidel subdue. 

Stand around your great Commander ! Lay aside your little fears . 
Every Lincoln carries Freedom's car along a hundred years. 
And when next the call for soldiers rolls along the golden belt, 
Look to see a mightier column rise and march, prevail and melt. 

George Alfred Townsend. 



LINCOLN'S LAST DREAM. 




PRIL flowers were in the hollows; in the air were April 
bells, 
And the wings of purple swallows rested on the battle shells ; 
From the war's long scene of horror now the nation found 

release ; 
All the day the old war bugles blew the blessed notes of 
peace. 
'Thwart the twilight's damask curtains 

Fell the night upon the land, 
Like God's smile of benediction 
Shadowed faintly by His hand. 
In the twilight, in the dusklight, in the starlight, everywhere, 
Banners waved like gardened flowers in the palpitating air. 

In Art's temple there were greetings, gentle hurryings of feet, 
And triumphant strains of music rose amid the numbers sweet. 
Soldiers gathered, heroes gathered, women beautiful were there : 
Will he come, the land's Beloved, there to rest an hour from care ? 



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"Will he come who for the people 

Loug the cross of pain has borne — 
Prayed iu silence, wept in silence, 
Held the hand of God alone ? 
Will he share the hour of triumph, now his mighty work is done? 
Here receive the people's plaudits, now the victory is won ? 

O'er thy dimpled waves, Potomac, softly now the moonbeams creep ; 
O'er far Arlington's green meadows, where the brave forever sleep. 
'Tis Good Friday ; bells are tolling, bells of chapels beat the air 
On thy quiet shores, Potomac ; Arlington, serene and fair. 

And he comes, the nation's hero. 

From the White House, worn with care 

Hears the name of " Lincoln ! " ringing 
In the thronged streets everywhere ; 
Hears the bells — what memories bringing to his long uplifted heart, 
Hears the plaudits of the people as he gains the Hall of Art. 

Throbs the air with thrilling music, gayly onward sweeps the play ; 
But he little heeds the laughter, for his thoughts are far away ; 
And he whispers faintly, sadly : " Oft a Blessed Form I see, 
Walking calmly 'mid the people on the shores of Galilee ; 

Oft I've wished His steps to follow ; 
Gently listen, wife of mine! 

When the cares of State are over, 
I will go to Palestine. 
And the paths the Blessed followed I will walk from sea to sea. 
Follow Him who healed the people on the shores of Galilee." 

Hung the flag triumphant o'er him, and his eyes with tears were dim. 
Though a thousand eyes before him lifted oft their smiles to him. 
Forms of statesmen, forms of heroes, women beautiful were there. 
But it was another vision that had calmed his brow of care. 
Tabor glowed in light before him, 

Carmel in the evening sun ; 
Faith's strong armies grandly marching 

Through the vale of Esdralon ; 
Bethany's palm-shaded gardens, where the Lord the sisters met, 
And the Paschal moon arising o'er the brow of Olivet. 

Kow the breath of light applauses rose the templed arches through. 
Stirred the folds of silken banners, mingled red and white and blue; 
But the Dreamer seemed to heed not : rose the past his eye before— 
Armies guarding the Potomac, flashing through the Shenandoah ; 



THE HEROINE OF TENNESSEE. 469 

Gathering armies, darkening navies, 

Heroes marching forth tt) die ; 
Chickamauga, Chattanooga, 
And the Battle of the Sky ; 
Silent prayers to free the bondmen in the ordeal of fire. 
And God's angel's sword uplifted to fulfill his heart's desire. 

Thought he of the streets of Richmond on the late triumphant day, 
When the swords of vanquished leaders at his feet surrendered lay, 
When amid the sweet bells ringing all the sable multitudes 
Shouted forth the name of " Lincoln !" like a rushing of the floods ; 

Thought of all his heart had sufiered, 
All his struggles and renown, 

Dreaming not that just above him 
Lifted was the martyr's crown ; 
Seeing not the dark form stealing through the music-haunted air ; 
Knowing not that 'mid the triumph the betrayer's feet were there. 



April morning ; flags are blowing : 'thwart each flag a sable bar, 
Dead, the leader of the people ; dead, the world's great commoner. 
Bells on the Potomac tolling ; tolling by the Sangamon ; 
Tolling from the broad Atlantic to the Ocean of the Sun. 
Friend and foe clasp hands in silence, 

Listen to the low prayers said. 
Hear the people's benedictions, 
Hear the nations praise the dead. 
Lovely land of Palestina ! he thy shores will never see. 
But, his dream fulfilled, he follows Him who walked in Galilee. 

Hezekiah Butterworth. 




THE HEROINE OF TENNESSEE 

OME in, stranger, and rest a bit, an' let us have a talk — 

The waggin o' yer tongue won't weary you nigh as much as it 

does to walk ; 
You'll find things topsy-turvy, an* anytbiug but neat, 
But the backlog now is blazin', an' throwin' out the heat ; 
It will take the frost outen yer joints, you can go then feelin' 

prime ; 
But the fire can't do that for me — I'm stiff with the frosts o* 
time 



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I tell ye, mister, I'm lonesome, too, for thar's just the dog an' me, 

That's ben runnin' things hyere in the cabin sense Virginny left Tennessee. 

Virginny's my gal, or us'ter be, she's marrid now, an' livin' in style, 

I've ben up North to see her ; jes ben home but a little while ; 

I tell ye, stranger, I'm lonesomer now than ever I've ben in my life, 

'Ceptin' once — when Samantha war buried — Samantha, she war my wife. 

I wish yer could a' seen Virginny when she war about sixteen. 

It don't sound smart for a father to brag — in fact, I think it looks green ; 

But it wasn't her beauty I war thinking about ; 'tain't o' that I war gwine to 

brag; 
'Twas the grit o' the gal I bed in my mind, an' the love she hed for the flag. 
Which flag? Good Lord, my friend, why, we war squar' an' true. 
Or my girl would never hev married that Yank, that wore the Union blue. 

« 

You want to hear the story, hey ? 'Twan't much of a one, I 'low. 

But it made Virginny a lady — wall, she war one, anyhow — 

But she hed no book larniu', 'cept what she larnt o' me ; 

For schools war a mighty scarce thing, my friend, on the mountains o' 

Tennessee. 
But it made little odds to that young Yank, when he thought she'd saved his 

life. 
An' he wrote to his dad — a rich ole chap — " I've a heroine for my wife !" 

But I'm gittin' ahead o' my story. 'Twar the winter o' sixty-three, 

When a Yank that had ben a prisoner war a makin' for liberty. 

He had crasvled right up to the cabin, an' hadn't made a sound, 

An' Virginny an' me had no idee thar war any one around, 

'Till we heered the faintest rappin' — wasn't sure it war a rap^ — 

" Go to the door," says I to Virginny, " Please do you go this time, pap." 

Them war her words. It war mighty strange ! she hed never refused before, 
An' there she stood, like a gal o' stone, starin' hard at the door. 
For the very fust time in her life, I think, her face war as pale as death. 
When the bay of a bloodhound, clus by the door, made her fer to gasp for 

breath. 
She hed a sharp knife in her hand jest then, an' when I opened the door, 
The houn' hed jest sprung on the shiverin' Yank, an' bore him down to the 

floor. 

Virginny she sprung towards 'em — she caught a glimpse o' his clothes ; 
In less'n a minnit the blood o' that dog on the floor o' the cabin flows. 
She made short work o' that animal ; every blow she reached his heart. 



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An' the glare in her eyes war that wild, sir, that it farly made me start. 
Her voice rang out like a bugle, " Hyere, pap, you bury the houn', 
An' I'll wash up this blood, for thar's more'n dogs that's huntin' this soldier 
down !" 

There was no tremblin' o' her voice, no fear about her then ; 

If they'd come a-huntin' him, she'd fought a dozen men 

With that butcher-knife, jest as she did the houn' ; 

But the Yank spoke to her softly, and she kind o' quieted down, 

An' went up to him shy-like, as though she war afraid 

O' the man whose trip to etarnity she had so much delayed. 

Lord, how he thanked us. It sounded mos' like a pra'r; 
The tears war a-glisteuin' in Virginny's eyes as she bent over him thar, 
A-drinkiu' his words, for hyere war a chap that she had longed to see, 
A brave man from the North, that fought for the flag o' the free. 
"How can I ever repay you," said he, "for this great kindness shown?" 
Her lips never moved, but her eyes kind o' said, " By claimin' me for your 
own !" 

But the thought never entered her mind, yer know, 'bout her bein' his wife ; 

To the simple girl he war a part of herself, sence she hed saved his life. 

People love years in moments, sometimes ; these two did that day. 

When their eyes first met, when the dog let go, as his life-blood ebbed away. 

The free heart of Virginny, my gal so brave and true, 

Was 'prisoned that day with another, that beat 'neath a suit o' blue. 

S. N. Cook. 



SINCE MICKEY GOT KILT IN THE WAR. 







PINSION claim agent ? Will thin, sor. 

You're the mon that I'm wanting to see. 
I've a claim for a pinsion that's due me. 

An' I want yez to git it for me." 
" Will, no sor, I never was wounded. 

For the fact is I didn't enlist ; 
Though I would have been ofi" in the army. 

Had I not had a boil on me fist. 

" But me b'y, me poor Mickey was kilt, sor ! 

An' whin poets the story shall till. 
Sure the counthry will thin be erecting 

A monument there where he fill ! 



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He was not cut in two wid a saber, 
Nor struck wid a big cannon-ball, 

But he lepped from a foor-story windy, 
An' bedad, he got kilt in the fall." 



" Yis, it was a rash lep to be making ; 

But, in faith, thin, he had to, I'm sure, 
For he h'ard thim a slamming and banging, 

An' a thrying to break in his dure ! 
They were going to capture poor Mickey, 

An' to kape from their clutches, poor b'y. 
He had to lep out of the windy, 

An', indade, it was foor stories high !" 



" No, it wasn't the fall, sor, that kilt him ; 

It was stopping so suddent, you see. 
Whin he got to the bottom it jarred him, 

An' that kilt him as dead as could be. 
Och ! he loved the owld flag, did brave Mickey I 

An' he died for his counthry, although 
He was not kilt in battle exactly — 

He was lepping the bounties, you know !" 



" 'Twas the marshal was afther him ! yis, sor, 

An' in fact, he was right at the dure. 
Whin he made the lep out of the windy 

An' he niver lept bounties no more! 
So, of coorse, I'm entitled to pinsion ; 

An' the old woman, too, is, because 
We were both, sor, depindent on Mickey, 

The darling, brave b'y that he was. 



" Af coorse, you'll not have anny throuble. 

So go on wid yez now, an' fill 
Out a lot of thim blank afiydavits. 

An' I'll swear to thim all, so I will. 
It is swate, yis, to die for one's counthry ; 

But, bedad, I can't hilp but abhor 
Thim battles where people git hurted. 

Since Mickey got kilt in the war." 

T. H. Leslie. 



THE CHALLENGE. 473 

THE CHALLENGE. 




^LOWLY o'er the distant mountain sinks the glowing sun to 

rest, 
Gilding with its lingering splendor the horizon of the west ; 
And the twilight, softly falling over forest, field and hill, 
Brings the hour of peace and comfort, bidding all the world be 

still. 

Save the faint and hollow murmur of the distant waterfalls, 

Or some bird returning homeward, to its mate a greeting calls: 

Save the far-off drowsy tinkle from the herd upon the hill, 

All the sounds at length grow fainter, nature sleeps — the world is still. 

Now are seen, amid the darkness, fires glowing warm and bright 
For beside the Rappahannock two great armies meet to-night ; 
On its banks they build their fires, on the sod their arms they lay ; 
On one bank the Blue are camping, on the other side the Gray. 

Soon there comes from o'er the river strains of music loud and grand ; 
'Tis the sound of martial measure from the Union army's band ; 
And " We'll Rally Round the Flag, Boys," was the soul-inspiring air ; 
To cheer the weary soldier's heart, there's none that's half so fair. 

Now at length the strain is ended, and the army of the Gray 

Quick the challenge has accepted, but another air they play ; 

" The Bonnie Blue Flag" in lively measure, with its accents sweet and clear, 

Giving hope to every soldier, driving from them thoughts of fear. 

Then again from o'er the river, from the gallant boys in Blue, 
Come the notes of " Hail Columbia," loud and joyous, firm and true. 
Swelling like the voice of nations, borne on wings of music grand : 
Born within the hearts of freemen, uttered by the Union band. 

Scarcely has the lingering echo from the mountain died away, 
"When " Away Down South in Dixie," from the army of the Gray, 
Speaks their dearest wish and purpose, tells of hopes as strong and true. 
As were those so dearly cherished by the army of the Blue. 

Sweet the sound of martial music, floating on the evening air ; 
Terrible the dark forebodings that their lively measures bear ; 
To the ear it brings its beauty, to the heart the throbs of pain ; 
Thus together joy and sadness blended in the same refrain. 



474 



POST-ROOM RECITATIONS. 



All is hushed. The silvery rippling of the river flowing near, 
And perhaps the faggots crackling are the only sounds they hear ; 
Not the faintest echo answers from the hills now lost to view, 
All are waiting for the answer from the army of the Blue. 

But within one soldier's bosom there is born a gentler strain, 
And the comrades' untrained voices join him in the sweet refrain. 
But it bears no word of challenge, has no thought of party pride, 
For its visions are of loved ones, and the hallowed fireside. 

" Home, Sweet Home," the notes float upward, out upon the quiet night, 
Others now have caught the meaning, and their melody unite, 
As the chorus still is swelling every voice prolongs the lay, 
Kendered by the words and music from both the Blue and Gray. 

Fuller, stronger grows the music, swelling upward through the air. 
Even to the gates of heaven and perhaps it enters there. 
Where the notes are sweetly blended with angelic singers' lay. 
Blending, all in one grand chorus, there is known no Blue, no Gray. 

The song is o'er, the closing measure softly now has died away ; 
But we hear no challenge further from the Blue or from the Gray. 
For the theme so aptly fitted to each weary soldier's heart 
Brooks no thought of civil warfare, and no words of hate impart 

As each soldier, worn and weary, on his humble couch is lain ; 
Something in his dusky features takes away the powder stain. 
Can it be the dews from heaven, fiilling on the sleeper's face ? 
Or do tears thus undiscovered down the soldier's features trace ? 

J. T. Kenoweb. 



A LITTLE CHILD. 







OWN from the hill, up from the glen, 
With waving flags and warlike din. 
They rushed — two troops of mounted men — 

The boys in blue, the boys in gray ; 
And they had almost met that day, 
When lo ! a child stood in the way. 

Its hands were filled with flowers ; its eyes, 
As clear and soft as summer's skies. 
Were opened wide in grave surprise. 



THE VETERANS. 475 

Upon the pretty baby head 

The sun a golden blessing shed. 

" I want mamma," the sweet voice said. 

Both captains shouted " Halt ! " The men 
Reined in their eager steeds and then 
The blue leaped down, and up again, 

And galloping like mad, he bore 
The child he grasped a mile or more 
Back to its mother's cottage door. 

Loud rose the cheers from blue and gray, 
As smilingly they turned away ; 
There was no battle fought that day ! 

Harper's Weekly. 




THE VETERANS. 

|HE past rises before me like a dream. Again we are in 

the great struggle for national life. We hear the sounds 
of preparation, the music of the boisterous drums, the 
silver voices of heroic bugles. We see thousands of 
assemblages, and hear the appeals of orators ; we see the 
pale cheeks of women, and the flushed faces of men ; 
and in those assemblages we see all the dead whose dust 
we have covered with flowers. We lose sight of them no more. We 
are with them when they enlist in the great army of freedom. We 
see them part from those they love. Some are walking for the last 
time in quiet, woody places, with the maidens they adore. We hear 
the whispering, and the sweet vows of eternal love as they lingeringly 
part forever. Others are bending over cradles, kissing babies that are 
asleep. Some are receiving the blessings of old men. Some are part- 
ing with those who hold them and press them to their hearts again 
and again, and say nothing, and some are talking with wives, and 
endeavoring with brave words spoken in the old tones to drive from 
their hearts the awful fear. We see them part. We see the wife 
standing in the door, with the babe in her arms — standing in the sun- 
light sobbing — at the turn of the road a hand waves — she answers by 



476 POST-ROOM RECITATIONS. 

holding high in her loving hands the child. He is gone and forever. 
We see thein all as they march proudly away under the flaunting 
flags, keeping time to the wild, grand music of the war — marching 
down the streets of the great cities — through the towns and across the 
prairies — down to the fields of glory, to do and to die for the eternal 
right. We go with them one and all. We are by their side on all the 
gory fields — in all the hospitals of pain — on all the weary marches. 
We stand guard with them in the wild storm and under the quiet 
stars. We are with them in ravines running with blood — in the fur- 
rows of old fields. We are with them between contending hosts, 
unable to move, wild with thirst, the life ebbing slowly away among 
the withered leaves. We see them pierced by balls and torn with 
shells in the trenches by forts, and in the whirlwind of the charge, 
where men become iron, with nerves of steel. We are with them in 
the prisons of hatred and famine ; but human speech can never tell 
what they endured. We are at home when the news comes they are 
dead. We see the maiden in the shadow of her first sorrow. We see 
the silver head of the old man bowed down with the last grief. 

The past rises before us and we see 4,000,000 of human beings gov- 
erned by the lash; we see them bound hand and foot; we hear the 
hounds tracking women through the tangled swamp. We see babes 
sold from the breasts of mothers. Cruelty unspeakable ! Outrage 
infinite! Four million bodies in chains! Four million souls in 
fetters ! All the sacred relations of wife, mother, father and child 
trampled beneath the brutal feet of might. And all this was done 
under our own beautiful banner of the free ! The past rises before us. 
We hear the roar and shriek of the bursting shell. The broken fetters 
fall. Those heroes died. We look. Instead of slaves we see men and 
women and children. The wand of progress touches the auction- 
block, the slave-pen, the whipping-post, and we see houses and firesides, 
and school-houses, and books, and where all was want and crime and 
fetters, we see the faces of the free. 

These heroes are dead. They died for liberty — they died for us. 
They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the 
flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, 
the tearful willows and the embracing vines. They sleep beneath the 
shadows of the clouds, careless alike of the sunshine or of storm, each 
in the windowless palace of rest. Earth may run red with other M^ars — 
they are at peace. In the midst of battle, in the roar of conflict, they 
found the serenity of death. I have one sentiment for the soldiers 
living and dead — cheers for the living and tears for the dead. 

Robert G. Ingersolt. 



ENDING THE WAR. 477 

ENDING THE WAR. 




i|S we lay facing the rebel lines around Petersburg that last 
winter of the war the men in the rifle pits refrained from 
firing at each other, except when ordered to do so to cover 
some new movement. One night I was in a pit about half 
a mile from what was known as the " crater," and I soon found that 
there was a " Johnny " in a pit facing me, and only a stone's throw 
away. Everything was quiet in that neighborhood, and I had been 
in the pit about an hour when he called out ; 

" Say, Yank, what about this hyar wah ?" * 

" What do you mean ?" 
" When are you 'uns gwine to quit ?" 
" When you are licked out of your boots." 
"Shoo ! you can't do it in a hundred years." 
" Well we are going to keep trying." 
He was quiet for a few minutes, and then said : 
" Say, Yank, this is an awful wah." 
" Yes." 

" Heaps o' good men being killed." 
" Yes." 

" Heaps o' property gwine to wreck." 
" Yes." 

" Does you 'uns lay it to me ?" 
" Well, you are helping to keep the war going." 
" And I hadn't orter ?" 
" Of course not." 

" And if I should come over to you 'uns it might end this furse ?" 
" It would help." 

" Wall, seems that way to me. 'Pears to be a sort o' duty. If I 
kin stop this bloodshed an' won't do it, then I'm onery mean, hain't I ?" 
" You are." 

" Hain't got no true speerit in me, hev I ?" 
" No." 

" Then I guess I'll come. I'm aheadin' right fur yer, and do you 
be keerful that your gun don't go off." 

He came to my pit, bringing his gun along, and as I passed him to 
the rear he said : 

" This ends the wah, and I'm powerful glad of it. Reckon your 
Gineral Grant will be surprised when he wakes up in the mawnin' an' 
finds the rebellion all petered out an' me a-eating Yankee hard tack." 



478 rosT-iiooM recitations. 

AN ANTIDOTE FOR COWARDICE. 



E^ 




.^UST before the battle of Antietam five recruits came down for 
^ my company. There were no bounty jumpers at that, stage 



^]§^ of the game, although the courage and patriotism of all the 
recruits could not be vouched for. One of the batch was 
named Danforth, a farmer's son, fresh from the corn fields, and as 
we took up the line of march to head Lee off and bring him to bay 
Danforth said to me : 

" Sergeant, I've made a mistake." " How," I replied. 

" I hain't got no sand. I alius thought I had, but when I come 
down here and see what war is, I find I hain't got the spunk of a 
rabbit." '' That's bad," said I. 

" So it is. We're going to have a fight purty soon, and I know 
what'U happen. I shall bolt as sure as shooting." 

" Then you'll be called a coward, and disgraced forever." 

" That's so, and I don't want it. Will you do me a favor." " Well ?" 

"Wall, if I kin git mad I'll be all right, and forgit my shaking. 
Keep an eye on me, and as soon as we git within five miles of the 
rebels kick me good and stout." 

After some further talk I promised him. We were in Hooker's 
corps, and as we moved in against Jackson, Danforth obliqued along- 
side and said : 

" Sergeant, kick me or I shall bolt. I haven't got sand enough to 
see a chicken die." 

We were moving through the timber, and I stepped behind him 
and " lifted " him twice as hard as I could kick. He shot aside, and 
the next time I saw him we were at a fence on the edge of a corn field. 
The fire was hot and men were falling thick. I had just fired from a 
rest on the top rail w^hen Danforth came up, faced the other way 
and said: 

" More kicks. Sergeant ! I know I've dropped two of 'em, but my 
sand is going !" 

I kicked him again with a good deal of vigor, and just then we got 
the order to advance, and he was the first man over the fence. Half 
an hour later we were driven back, considerably disorganized, and as 
I reached the fence I came across Danforth again. He had a rebel 
captain by the collar, and was carrying the ofiicer's sword in his 
hand. As he saw me he called out : 

" Sand is all right. Sergeant. No more kicks. As soon as I take 
this chap to the rear I'm going back and collar old Stonewall himself 
or die trying !" 




GENERAL tJLYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 

Commander-in-Chief of the Armies of the United States, 

(From a Photograph by Gutekunst.) 



HISTORY 



GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC 



ODE TO FRATERNITY, CHARITY AND LOYALTY. 




VETERAN band, our Army Grand, before our dreaming eyes ye stand 
Twisting -with a firm, strong hand the three-fold cord of Unity. 



First, ye choose a fibre dyed 

In your common heart's-blood's tide. 

Type of man to man allied — 

The bright RED strand, Fraternity. 



Next, a fibre spotless, clear. 

Bond of sacrifice sincere, 

Type of love that conquers fear — 

The pure WHITE strand of Charity. 



Last, the thread we glorify, 
Tinted like a summer's sky, 
Color for which heroes die — 

The true BLUE strand of Loyalty. 



I<ong may your triune motto shine, long live its sentiments divine, 
Long may the triple cable twine to bind the land's integrity 1 




480 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

ORIGIN AND PURPOSE. 

ITIE American passion for " organizing," and "appointing a 
committee," manifests itself under all varieties of circum- 
stances. Any phase of things is a sufficient pretext for the 
American citizen to " call a meeting " for some specific pur- 
pose not hitherto provided for. 

One might suppose that the severely methodical conditions of army 
life might have satisfied the yearning of the most enthusiastic " organ- 
izer " who happened to be subjected to its stern requirements ; but 
even under these conditions the national impulse to confer, deliberate 
and resolve, possessed the citizen-soldiers. During the later months 
of the civil war and for several years thereafter numerous societies 
were formed, all from some motive of co-operation or commemoration. 

THIRD ARMY CORPS UNION. 

The first of these societies was the Third Army Corps Union, organ- 
ized in 1863, at the headquarters of Gen. Birney, then commanding 
the First Division. An exigency, not met by the army regulations, 
called for this co-operative movement on the part of the officers of the 
corps. Their leading motive, at the time, was to provide means to 
send home for burial the remains of officers in the corps who were 
killed in battle, or who died in camp or hospital ; a motive that no 
doubt appealed strongly to every man among them as he dwelt on 
the possibility of dying in the enemy's country and filling a nameless 
grave. It is interesting to note that this first social aim of the soldiers' 
unions was one allied to the most tender and sacred feelings for home 
and friends, and one that had in mind not only the natural wish of 
the soldier to sleep his last sleep by the side of his friends in peace, 
but also the kindly purpose to mitigate the sorrow of those left to 
mourn by giving them the sad comfort of weeping over their precious 
dead before he was hidden from their sight forever. The bond of 
friendship thus solemnly sealed has never been broken. 

SOCIETY OF THE ARMY OF THE TENNESSEE. 

The second organization during the war period was the Society of 
the Army of the Tennesee. This society was formed shortly before 
the disbanding of the army, but in anticipation of the final muster- 
out. Naturally, its leading idea was patriotic commemoration, and 
its stated objects, as far as they went, were identical with those that 
afterward became the platform of that universal brotherhood of vet- 
erans — the Grand Army of the Republic. Several names conspicuous 



HELPFULNESS THE KEYNOTE OF VETERANS* SOCIETIES. 481 

in the Society of the Army of the Tennesee are names identified with 
the liistory of the Grand Army of the Republic through many event- 
ful years — notably the names of Generals Logan and Fairchild, two of 
the most honored and efficient Commanders-in-Chief of the Grand Army. 

This society, like the Third Army Corps Union at its outset, was 
composed of officers only. The rank and file while still in the field 
had no opportunity for such extensive concerted action as that possible 
to the commissioned officers, but while formal action was practically 
impossible, to the great mass of the soldiers the idea of commemorative 
re-unions was omnipresent. 

Major Stephenson and his companion-in-arms, Chaplain Rutledge, 
are the accredited founders of the Grand Army of the Kepublic, and 
all admit that to Major Stephenson's enthusiasm the order owes its 
first organization. But perhaps it would not be correct to say that in 
any one spot alone are to be. found the germs of the idea — a senti- 
ment so general sprang into life in various ways all through the army. 
Sometimes it was narrowed within the compass of a small group of 
personal acquaintances; sometimes the circle of sympathy expanded 
far enough to include a whole division or corps. 

HELPFULNESS THE KEYNOTE OF VETERANS* SOCIETIES. 

Usually, the central idea that inspired these unions was the memory 
of a certain battle, or campaign, that had distinguished these men 
from their fellow-soldiers: and with the memory arose the feeling 
that those who had suffered so much in common should, in after years, 
have as large a measure of mutual recompense as it was possible to 
secure by standing shoulder to shoulder in peaceful projects, as they 
had marched together on warlike expeditions. 

In all these veteran societies, the keynote was this spirit of helpful- 
ness—a sentiment that had been developed by the " inductive process" 
during the years of " daring and suff'ering." In emergencies of danger 
and privation and sorrow each soldier had learned, as never before, 
how dependent is every one upon his fellow-men. Independence, in 
the personal sense, is an illusion of prosperity. In reality, there is no 
such thing as independence, but when one is in comfortable circum- 
stances and surroundings he easily fancies that he has nothing to ask 
of any other man. It is trouble or peril that sends him to some one 
else; and then is made the unconscious confession of weakness, the 
tacit admission that all his arrogant assumption of self-sufficiency has 
been an empty boast. 

This experience of a mutual dependence was one of the most startling 
revelations to many of those who composed the great Union army. 



482 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OP THE REPUBLIC. 

Men, who at home had known only the elegant comforts of refined 
living, found themselves placed where not merely comfort but even 
relief from grievous hardships could be secured only through a gener- 
ous comradery with others. Men, who at home would have turned 
away in disgust at the idea of drinking from a cut-glass goblet, after 
some one else, now, on the dusty march, gratefully accepted a draught 
from the gray canteen proffered by another weary soldier. Sturdy 
men, who had been accustomed thoughtlessly to appropriate all the 
comforts of a well-appointed home, now stripped off their army 
blankets to wrap them around some slender fellow whose patriotism 
and bravery could not ward off the ague-fever. Some thought of the 
lads at home, scarcely younger than this stripling soldier, may have 
impelled the bearded man to care for somebody else's boy, as he would 
have wished somebody else to care for his, had their circumstances 
been reversed. 

And then, in the lulls of strife, when the regiment camped for days 
in monotonous dread and speculation, how the boxes used to come 
from the north and the east and the west, with their store of home- 
made delicacies ! And then the royal generosity of the favored 
soldier, as he unpacked his treasures ! The roll of fresh butter that 
one loving mother had sent to her boy was shared with a score of other 
mothers' boys, until it melted away " as a morning dew." And the 
box of " ginger-snaps " that became a Mecca for everybody as long as 
they lasted ! — while the soldiers exchanged jolly reminiscences of the 
big stone jar that used to travel, like a planet, from shelf to shelf, and 
pantry to pantry, upstairs and down-cellar, in the fruitless effort to 
elude the discovery of the small boy. How the blue-coated warriors 
laughed to recall those youthful foraging expeditions, when they were 
wont to commit the one crime that a boy always exj)ects to be for- 
given without repentance — the pilfering of his grandmother's irresis- 
tible " cookies." 

Or, Hal's mother had sent him several pairs of warm socks, and 
Hal shared them with Jim, who had no "folks "to send him any- 
thing. And so it went on, until the box was empty ; but the hearts 
were full — for the whole company had shared the sweet thoughtful- 
ness of one patriotic home where " the soldiers " were never for one 
moment out of mind. 

HEARTS JOINED BY MUTUAL SORROW AND DANGER. 

Then, there were sombre hours, when the battle line was rolling 
mercilessly nearer and nearer; and men whose reticent silence had 
never before been broken looked into each other's eyes, and each 



HEARTS JOINED BY MUTUAL SORROW AND DANGER. 483 

committed bis solemn heart-secrets to the other's keeping as they 
promised that if either one fell in battle that day, the other should 
take from his breast-pocket the picture, and the lock of hair, and the 
letter already written and addressed, and send them with gentlest 
words of sympathy to one who, hundreds of miles away, was keeping 
a heart-watch over the career of her brave darling. And they sealed 
this compact with one last strong clasp of hands; for the set lips 
dared not speak lest they should quiver, and the eyes gazed away to 
the blue hills, because a soldier must not shed tears. With many, it 
was a last farewell on earth ; but each went through Gethsemane to 
meet his cross the stronger for the silent eloquence of wordless sympathy. 

Strange were these friendships between men who, but for the war, 
would never have known of each other's existence — each in his far- 
away home — but here joined by ties peculiarly binding and singularly 
unlike the attachments of peaceful and uneventful life. 

What wonder that after all these experiences of mutual reliance, 
the thought of separation was swiftly followed by the thought of re- 
union. Could these men go back to their several homes and forget 
those who had been thus strangely associated with them for this brief, 
terrible season of danger and daring ? Or would the muster of war 
be replaced by a muster of patriotic veterans, who might reassemble 
at stated intervals to keep one another reminded of what they had 
enjoyed or suffered together; to renew their allegiance to the principles 
that had actuated them, in their righteous conflict; to keep sacred the 
memory of comrades whose lives had sealed their bond of loyalty; 
more yet, to give practical proof of the sincerity of this veteran spirit, 
by making material provision for the comfort and support of the 
families bereft by these sacrifices; and to cultivate in the hearts and 
lives of the veterans themselves those tender and generous sentiments 
which the brutalities of war were so calculated to kill out, and which 
each one must revive and cherish lest he should suffer that worst 
result of battle-strife — that retrograde step in the progress of civiliza- 
tion — a deadening of the finer sensibilities of his nature. Should the 
patriots of the Union repeat the history of other nations, demoralized 
by war, or should sweet charity and brotherly kindness successfully 
combat these perils, and the nation become purer for the baptism of 
fire that had consecrated her anew ? 

Such anxious questions filled the minds of thoughtful people as 
they pondered the issues of the war. And from every quarter of the 
army came the significant answer to the question, as everywhere knots 
of soldiers planned for future meetings of their respective regiments or 
divisions. 



484 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

While many dififerent bands of veterans were projecting re-unions 
on one or another exclusive basis, there were some who were planning 
the establishment of a grand comprehensive order. The impulse of 
personal friendship that inspired each group of mess-mates was an 
expression of the same feeling that, broadening in its application, 
developed into the lomradery of the Grand Army of the Republic. 
They were the budding shoots from which the interlacing branches 
of the strong forest were ultimately to grow. 

POLITICAL EXIGENCIES DEMAND ORGANIZATION. 

It is impossible to surmise what might have been the trend and 
growth of this veteran spirit, but for President Lincoln's untimely 
death. This terrible event caused a violent agitation of public senti- 
ment, and especiall}"" in that vast army then about to be dispersed to 
their civilian occupations. Antagonisms that had been gradually 
yielding to the soothing influences of victory and assured piece were 
roused to a bitter spirit of aggression, and the generous impulse that 
before had been leaning toward a magnanimous amnesty for repentant 
rebels was checked by a renewed distrust. The effect on the veterans* 
societies was to strengthen the patriotic bond that held them together, 
while at the same time to make them more jealous of any possible foe 
to the principles that they had defended. 

The policy of President Johnson was calculated to strengthen this 
bitterness ; and through the rancorous spirit aroused by the acts of 
that administration, and the debates in Congress during that period, 
the veterans — who had organized as a harmonious brotherhood devoted 
to sacred memories of the past and peaceful pursuits for the future — 
found themselves forced into a new warfare. The battle smoke had 
rolled away from the harbors, and the dread rumble of cannonading 
no longer sounded from the wilderness ; but from the national capital 
came the sound of discordant opinions, that were echoed from every 
rostrum and every press in the land, while men in the shops and men 
in the counting-rooms, and even men in the pulpits took up the mur- 
mur of debate. 

This peace — this longed-for, prayed-for, joyfully-welcomed peace — ■ 
was it better or worse than the war it had supplanted? Or, indeed, 
was it not merely a lull in the storm, before a darker cloud should 
come than had before rolled over? So thought many desponding 
ones; and the soldiers, albeit their rifles were once more stacked in 
the armories, fought their battles over again each day as they read the 
morning papers. 

The November elections in 1866 found a large proportion of th« 



POLITICAL EXIGENCIES DEMAND ORGANIZATION. 485 

Union veterans in a decidedly belligerent state of mind. Besides the 
political grievances which so many of them resented, there were per. 
sonal and material reasons why the veterans realized the need for 
some definite action on their part. They had come home to take up 
the broken thread of their occupations, after months or years of 
absence — in many cases to find another hand busy at their loom, and 
another web prosperously progressing where they had hoped to resume 
their own. Boys had grown up into a precocious band of workers, 
and able-bodied " stay-at-homes " had comfortably grown fat on the 
unprecedented business opportunities growing out of the necessity for 
maintaining an army; but where was the niche for the returned 
soldier? Nowhere — except in rare instances — unless he fought for it, 
and not then, if he fought single-handed. Several years of experience 
in the kind of effort put forth by organized masses may have empha- 
sized, in the mind of the soldier, the motto " United we stand, divided 
we fall !" At all events, the veterans found it to their advantage to 
stand by one another, politically, in 1866 — their specific purpose being 
not merely the sustaining of tlie principles of federal government, but 
also the securing of fair play for ex-soldiers in the political and busi- 
ness life of the nation that they could justly claim to have preserved. 
Various political clubs of veterans were formed, some representing 
local interests, and some in preparation for the presidential campaign 
of '68; and always they were recognized as an influential exponent of 
the trend of political opinion among the veterans of the civil war. 
And what of the fraternal re-unions that had been so cordially agreed 
upon by so many comrades while still in the field? 

This political warfare had not entered into the scheme of the soldiers, 
who had imagined a future filled with the peaceable fruits of loyal 
devotion. They did not foresee the tragedy that began with the 
assassination of their beloved President, and continued through what 
seemed like the insidious murder of a nation but just saved from its 
open foes. Instead of being permitted to carry out the ideal plan of 
patriotic commemoration originally devised, they met the more salient 
necessity for continuing the defensive attitude of a nation's bulwark. 

The most curiously complicated result of this unlooked-for political 
upheaval was the effect that it had on the progress of the Grand Army 
of the Republic. No wonder that the dream of a gloriously generous 
and peaceful society was broken, and that the need for some sterling 
and unyielding platform for this veteran army was recognized. While 
evidently there was an earnest effort on the part of the leaders to keep 
the original idea unchanged, yet they did not hide the indignant 
feelings that had been developed since the war by provocations in 



486 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

some respects more exasperating than the firing of the guns at Sumter. 

The sentiment largely prevailing among veterans at that time is 
significantly shown in the resolutions adopted at the first mass meet- 
ing of the Grand Army of the Kepublic — the Springfield convention, 
July 12, 18GG. 

In effect the resolutions expressed the sentiment that was firing the 
brain of every loyal veteran, and plainly conveyed a rebuke to the 
existing administration. Everyone knew who and what were meant 
by " we will make it ever our care that no known enemy of the 
country shall wield power in the Republic " — " secret machinations " — 
*' rash admission to place and power of those who were active partici- 
pants in rebellion," etc. An ominous shake of the head seems a fitting 
accompaniment to every clause. 

If there was any subtle suggestion of " politics " in this, even the 
most conservative were defiantly willing to ignore it. Moreover, the 
phrasing of the resolutions was diplomatic ; " make it ever our care " — 
was so vague, and withal so patriotic in a general way, that the most 
cautious could take no exception to it; while at the same time, it 
meant as much as the most radical partisan chose to interpret it to 
mean. This latitude of interpretation possibly accounts for the wide 
range of opinion reached as to the political designs of the Grand Army 
of the Republic, 

It seems quite probable that this intense though vaguely expressed 
purpose of challenge and defiance for a time superseded all other 
motives. Loyalty demanded so much that fraternity and charity 
were somewhat overshadowed in the immediate purpose and action 
of the veterans, during the trying years immediately following the 
close of the war. 

Nor is this a matter for adverse criticism. It would have been little 
to the credit of the Union soldier if he had remained unmoved under 
the insult ofi'ered to every veteran by a policy that unchecked would 
have nullified the results of the war. In the face of existing facts, 
conservatism was little better than treason, and the hot-headed ones 
were ready even to suspect the loyalty of anyone who could keep cool. 
While perhaps some were indiscreet in words, and over-zealous in 
action, still the soldierly spirit with which the veterans met this 
emergency w^as cheered to the echo by all loyal citizens. 

POLITICS CHECK THE GROWTH OF THE ORDER. 

But right at this point arose the complication that so seriously inter- 
fered with the organization of the Grand Army. Each veteran was 
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comrade, the next instant a belligerent " Boy in Blue." The veteran 
who one evening attended the meeting of the Grand Army Post, the 
next evening shouted himself hoarse at a mass-meeting to cheer the 
candidate of his choice ; and people reasoned this way : " The Grand 
Army men are managing this caucus, and therefore the Grand Army 
is a political scheme for controlling elections; and whereas the candi- 
dates thus urged for nominations are Republicans, therefore be it 
resolved that the Grand Army is a partisan club devoted to the interests 
of the Republican ring." 

The ingenious sophistry of this reasoning beguiled a great many 
people usually capable of logical judgment; and un-subdued rebels, 
and never-subdued -because -always -skulking "rebel sympathizers" 
used this artful argument to prejudice the unthinking, and many 
veterans who belonged to the Democratic party declined to have any- 
thing to do with the Grand Army. 

Also, on the ground that a secret political society was a menace to 
free institutions, many men of all parties opposed the Grand Army, 
believing it to be identical with the political clubs of veterans. Even 
the veterans themselves did not always remember to make the dis- 
tinction, and so the general public may be excused for not realizing 
the difference. 

In vain the leaders of the Grand Army protested that it was not a 
political club, still less a partisan club. People persisted in regarding 
it in that light — for were not some of the most aggressive politicians 
of the day Grand Army men ? — and did not certain Posts cause it to 
be understood that they would support certain candidates and none 
others? Was not this sufficient proof of their partisan character? 
And so the reckless and unauthorized action of the indiscreet few 
militated against the interests of the order that they were all the while 
anxious to glorify. 

The Grand Army of the Republic had been fairly established in 
several of the western states in the spring of 1866, and before the most 
troublous political complications developed ; but even there, where it 
might have been supposed to be least misunderstood, it suffered by 
reason of this confusion of ideas as to the motives of the organization. 
At the east no Posts had been chartered until after the formation of 
the political clubs before referred to — that by their very titles were 
known to be composed of recently returned soldiers ; and it seemed 
doubly difficult for the representatives of the Grand Army to secure a 
fair hearing in the face of the prejudice that existed. 

Still, the work of establishing Posts and Departments went on ; and 
year after year, at the annual encampments, the delegates vehemently 



488 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

reiterated the assertion that the Grand Army of the Republic was not 
a political organization, and did not permit the discussion of partisan 
measures, etc., etc. ; and finally, in 1869, the encampment incorporated 
in its rules and regulations a definite article to this effect, which 
served the double purpose of assuring the public, and of placing the 
members of the Grand Army, themselves, under a stricter law in 
regard to the matter. 

TRIUMPHING OVER DIFFICULTIES. 

Since that time the progress of the order has been interrupted here 
and there, more or less, by the same old question and doubt. In the 
reports of the annual encampments frequent reference is made to this; 
and it was not until 1876, that the Commander-in-Chief was able to say 
with assurance : 

" The tender twig which for years past required so much nourish- 
ment and care, and which so often bent to the storms of prejudice and 
adverse criticism, has stretched its roots so widely and deeply, and has 
become so firm and strong, that it no longer needs that ceaseless 
watchfulness, exercised by former Commanders, to protect it from 
public opinion without, or weakness from within." 

And of late years the Commanders-in-Chief have referred to this 
question only to congratulate the Grand Army on the fact that the 
charge of partisanship preferred against the order has happily become 
a thing of the past. 

Still, every presidential campaign, and many a local election, are 
attended with peculiar conflicts of argument resulting in discords that 
are liable to mar the harmony of feeling between members of even an 
avowedly non-partisan society ; and perhaps, far more than appears 
on the surface, the prosperity of the Grand Army is affected by these 
influences. But the rapid increase in membership, within the last 
decade, would indicate that the real purpose and effort of the Grand 
Army is at last understood and appreciated. The practical workings 
of the order, the unswerving adherence to its Declaration of Principles, 
and the dignified and business-like methods of its various responsible 
committees — notably the standing committee on pensions — the noble 
charity dispensed through a well-managed treasury, and last, but not 
least, the inspiring words of the Commanders who year by year become 
the spokesmen of the veteran band — all command the respect and con- 
fidence and gratitude of a people whose homes are bright and warm 
to-day because the Grand Army of the Republic once stood between 
them and destruction. 

If any one has been accustomed to put aside a volume of statistical 



TRIUMPHING OVER DIFFICULTIES 



489 



history, as a thing inevitably dry and uninteresting, let him be con- 
vinced of his misapprehension by a perusal of the journals of the 
successive "national encampments" of the Grand Army. At first 
skipping the details that seem of no special significance, and which 
are only bewildering to the uninitiated, one is surprised to find how 
interesting these same minute points may become, later on, when the 
whole meaning of some salient event is dependent — to our thinking — 
on one little fact ; and we turn back to search the record of a certain 
Post, of which our hero was a charter member, and every item con- 
cerning it takes on the color of absorbing interest. 




MAJOK B. F. S'lKVENSON. 



It is a fine stud}' in climax to note from year to year the persevering 
efforts of the officials to develop the organization, always in accordance 
with its motto of " fraternity, charity and loyalty ;" to perceive where 
the ever watchful care of conservative wisdom has placed the check 
on a too bold and defiant radicalism, while, at the same time, it yields 
not one inch of the ground sternly held by the patriotic citizens of the 
federal union ; to mark how, step by step, the order has marched 
steadily forward, out of the distrust that shadowed its beginnings, into 
the confidence of the people who now believe — because it has been 
proved to them — that the Grand Army is patriotic and not partisan ; 
to observe the steady growth in its membership, despite the ever- 
increasing roll of the departed, the growing balance in its treasury, 
albeit the constantly widening scope of its charities; more, finally, to 
reflect how a quarter of a century of culture in the sentiments of 



490 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 



loyalty and brotherly kindness has raised the average of character in 
the citizenship of the nation, and proven our Grand Army to be 
second to none among the civilizing forces at work in our day and 
generation. 



CHRONOLOGY OF THE ORDER. 

^IM^ET lis read the history, and absorbed therein we may find 
^«i^ the spell broken only when the evening shadows falling 
on the page compel us to pause for awhile. Then, in pan' 
oramic order, we ma}'^ picture the events that mark the 
chain-links in this entrancing story. 

BIRTH-PLACE OF THE G. A. R. 

First, we see a rolling plain, covered with myriads of tents just 
spread — a halt of Sherman's army. Dusty blue coats everywhere. 
In the heart of the camp the regular companies of the Fourteenth 
Illinois infantry ; line officers' tents to one side. In one of these are two 




CIIAPLAIU W. J. ECTLEDGE. 



men arranging the tent appointments. We cannot hear their words, 
but the earnest gesticulation, and the enthusiasm in both faces, and 
the impulsive striking of hands in token of compact convince us that 
these are Major Stephenson and Chaplain Rutledge, projecting the 
Grand Army of the Republic. 

Through a broken dream of battle and march, and muster-out, we 
follow the shadowy figures until we see them once more distinctly. 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 491 

Now the scene is laid in Springfield, 111. A physician's office — but 
the medical library is dusty and neglected ; a calendar bears the date: 
" February, 1866." There are present a group of enthusiastic veterans 
in whose eyes flash "sparks from the camp-fire " — Stephenson, Rutledge, 
Snyder, Phelps, North and others ; notes, memoranda, resolutions, on 
which the ink is still fresh ; and the doctor still writing with the energy 
born of an intense idea. The group disperse, each one to bear a 
message, or make an investigation, and shortly return to renew their 
conference. Behold the nucleus of the Grand Army of the Republic ! 
The vigorous purpose that actuates these pioneers in the Order is 
embodied in the " Declaration of Principles " contained in Article I 
of the Constitution that they adopt, and which reads as follows : 

ARTICLE I. 
Declaration of Principles. 

Section 1. The soldiei-s of the Volunteer Army of the United States, during 
the Rebellion of 1861-5, actuated by the impulses and convictions of patriotism 
and of eternal right, and combined in the strong bands of fellowship and unity 
by the toils, the dangers, and the victories of a long and vigorously waged war, 
teel themselves called upon to declare, in definite form of words and in deter- 
mined co-operative action, those princij^les and rules which should guide the 
earnest patriot, the enlightened freeman, and the Christian citizen in his course 
of action; and to agree upon those plans and laws which should govern them 
in a united and a systematic working method with which, in some measure, 
shall be effected the preservation of the grand results of the war, the fruits of 
their labor and toil, so as to benefit the deserving and worthy. 

Section 2. The results which are designated to be accomplished by this 
organization are as follows : 

1st. The preservation of those kind and fraternal feelings which have bound 
together, with the strong cords of love and aft'ection, the comrades in arms of 
many battles, sieges and marches. 

2d. To make these ties available in works and results of kindness, of favor 
and material aid to those in need of assistance. 

3d. To make provision, where it is not already done, for the support, care 
and education of soldiers' orphans, and for the maintenance of the widows of 
deceased soldiers. 

4th. For the protection and assistance of disabled soldiers, whether disabled 
by wounds, sickness, old age or misfortune. 

5th. For the establishment and defense of the late soldiery of the United 
States, morally, socially and politically, witlj a view to inculcate a proper 
appreciation of their services to the country, and to a recognition of such ser- 
vices and claims by the American people. 



492 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 



The next scene that comes clearly out of the cloud of retrospection 
reveals the memorable Springfield Convention of July 12, 

1866. 18GG. We pause long enough to note the resolute faces, 
and to hear these stirring and significant resolutions unani- 
mously adopted : 

"Resolved: That we, the Soldiers of the Grand Army of the Republic, 
recognizing the power of the principles of association, do hereby pledge ourselves, 
each to the other, to render all material aid and assistance in supplying the 
wants of the widow and the fatherless, and in furnishing employment to the 
poor, and to those wounded and disabled in the service of our common country. 




MAJOR A. A. NORTH. 



" Resolved : That as we have stood by the government at the peril of 
our lives in war, so will Ave make it ever our care that no known enemy 
of our country shall wield power in the Republic, but the same arras which 
defended its sanctuary against open violence Avill protect it unflinchingly 
against all secret machinations, and never lay down our weapons until peace 
based on the principles of universal liberty shall be assured. 

" Resolved: That treason consummated in rebellion is a crime of the most 
malignant nature and that every possible guarantee should be demanded by 
all branches of the government against the rash admission to place and power 
of those who were active participants in rebellion, and thereby forfeited the 
rights of American citizens; and that we,''the soldiers of the nation who 
fought for supremacy of the national authority, have a right to demand that 
the safety of the Republic should be held paramount to all other considera- 
tions by the Executive and Congress." 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE JIEPUBLIC. 



493 



THE FIRST NATIONAL ENCAMPMENT. 

Then we swiftly pass on to the meeting at Indianapolis a few months 
later, on November 20, 1866, when the formal organization of the Na- 
tional Encampment takes place, and General Stephen A. Hurlbut is 
elected commander-in-chief. 

Then follows a year of enthusiastic effort, combatting opposition, 
denying false accusations, and promulgating the true prin- 

1868. ciples and aims of the order, with more or less of the vicissi- 
tudes of success and failure, until the National Encampment 
is again in session, at Philadelphia, January 15, 1868, when the vary- 
ing sentiments regarding the mission of the Grand Army find issue 




MAJOR-GENERAI, STEPHEN A. HURLBUT, 

{First Co}n>itander-in- Chief. ) 

in an exciting debate, the most significant event of the session, on the 
question as to whether the Grand Army of the Republic should or 
should not be a distinctly political club. The decision is finally 
made in the negative, and this clause is added to the " Declaration of 
Principles :" 

" Yet this association does not design to make nominations for oflSce, or to use 
its influence as a secret organization for partisan purposes.' 

Whereupon, Democrats and Republicans shake hands, and jointly 
elect General John A. Logan commander-in-chief; and the Grand 
Army of the Republic, its platform clearly defined, fairly starts out on 
its career. 



494 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

General Logan is twice re-elected, and thus becomes the chief of this 
valiant band for three years during tliis period of great uncertainty 
and trial to the country, and of peculiar complications to the Grand 
Army of the Republic. Assisted by an able staff. General Logan ad- 
ministers the affairs of the order, standing at the portals of the na- 
tional capital, to remind open enemies and secret foes that the defend- 
ers of the Union are still its " Grand Army," of peace, if it may 
hapi^ily be so, of war, uncompromising and decisive, if that be neces- 
sary to save the country from disintegration. 

In this character we see General Logan, dark, resolute, firm, the 
exponent of the veteran spirit resisting the undertow of disloyalty 
that, more treacherous and dangerous than the insurgent wave, 
threatens to drag the nation out to the whirlpool of compromise. 

MEMORIAL DAY INSTITUTED. 

Again w^e see him absorbed in thought, the stern face softened and 
a deep pathos in the clear dark eyes, as he dictates " General Orders, 
No 11 ; " and soon thereafter we see companies of veterans marching 
slowly and meditatively, with wreaths and garlands. The bands are 
playing " Tenting To-night," " Just Before the Battle, Mother," " The 
Vacant Chair," etc. The blue-uniformed line winds in and out among 
the shrubbery of a rural cemetery, pausing ever and anon to cover 
with flowers a mound marked by a tiny American flag. 

Transition : We see the National Headquarters of the Grand Army 
of the Republic. A group of earnest staff-officers bringing 

1869. order out of confusion ; letters filed ; accounts systematized ; 
projects, past, present and future, correlated and extended. 
In the midst, the commander-in-chief, the feared, the admired, Logan, 
always equal to the occasion. 

On the scene moves, until we behold the session of the National 
Encampment, on May 12, 1869, adopting the revised Ritual and 
Rules, and incorporating this important article: 

" No officer or comrade of the Grand Army of the Republic shall in any 
manner use this organization for partisan purposes, and no discussion of partisan 
questions shall be permitted at any of its meetings, nor shall any nominations 
for political office be made." 

Again we see General Logan's earnest face, and hear his resolute 
voice as he pronounces his annual address; and these words linger in 
our memory : 

Politically, our object is not to mingle in the strifes of parties, but by our 
strength and numbers to be able to exact from all a recognition of our rights 
with others. 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 



495 



We desire, further, by this organization, to commemorate the gallantry and 
sufferings of our comrades, give aid to bereaved families, cultivate fraternal 
sympathy among ourselves, find employment for the idle, and generally, by our 
acts and precepts, to give the world a practical example of unselfish, manly co- 
operation. 

Thus far our efforts have proved successful. The report of the adjutant- 
general will present fully the history and progress of our order, and more than 
sustain our highest hopes of the future. The burden of many crosses has been 
lifted from many hearts. Famishiug souls aud bodies have been fed. Manly 
excellence has been developed and cultivated, while public, social and domestic 
life among our comrades has been purified and blessed through our humane 
endeavors, 




MAJOR-GENERAIi JOHN ALEXANDER LOGAN, 

{Commander-in-Chief, jSbg-yo-71.) ' 



I congratulate you that our order flourishes now as it never has done before, 
and that peace, tranquility and industry are comparatively universal among 
ourselves and throughout our national domain. 

Let us foster and cherish this benevolent order, so useful in the past, so 
beneficent in the present, and giving such promise for the future. Let us unite 
in vigorous efforts to extend and perpetuate its power. 

While in the flush and strength of manhood we may not fully grasp and 
realize the fact that man's true interest lies in doing good ; but when the golden 
bowl of life is breaking, when our faces become carved in storied hieroglyphics 
by the stylus and pantagraph of age, each act of kindness done, each word of 
kindness spoken, will, by natural compensating law, return like the dove of 
Ararat to the soul from which it was sent, and bearing with it branches of 
unfading green from the Post " beyond the river." 



496 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

With scarce a pause we traverse the space of another year, as on the 
wing, and in bird's-eye view we observe the Grand Army perman- 
ently establishing Memorial Day, and urging its recognition as a na- 
tional holiday ; discussing schools and homes for soldiers' orphans ; 
planning for the welfare of veterans ; and thus step by step inaugurat- 
ing the work of the Grand Army in the lines of its special 

1870. effort; and all along the way defending itself from misappre- 
hension and misrepresentation, until, at the next annual 
session, Commander-in-Chief Logan in his address finds it necessary 
again to explain the true character and aim of the Grand Army, 
which he does, in these concise sentences : 

The objects of our organization seem not to be fully understood by a portion 
of our fellow citizens. You will, therefore, excuse me if I give a brief sketch 
of the purposes of the Grand Army for the information of those who may be 
prejudiced against us as a secret order : 

The Grand Army of the Republic is not a political organization, destined to 
serve the ends of any political party, as is evident in this, that all political 
parties are represented in its membership. As men and patriots, many of us 
mingle in national and local affairs, but in doing so do not take with us any 
benefits or provisions of our order ; our only political creed being the love of 
our country and its hallowed institutions. 

We have but three objects obligatory upon us as members of this order, 
namely : To promote the love and practice of fraternity, liberal distributions of 
charity, and unequivocal loyalty. The founders of the order were actuated by 
the fact that when the war ended we had on this continent a million and a half 
of fighting men, a greater part of whom were our own comrades, good and true, 
who were in no haste to lose sight of every trace of the associations of a soldier's 
life, and let " old acquaintance be forgot." They were flushed with such victo- 
ries as no soldiers ever were before ; hence, they needed some resort where they 
might meet together in social reunion and interchange experiences and opinions, 
and thereby keep alive the vivid scenes of war, interspersed with incidents full 
of interest to them, and needed something to check the impulsive, whose very 
spirit and fire made them such good soldiers. Hence, it was conceived that good 
might spring from these reunions, and that, with certain rules and regulations, 
they might promote pleasure and security to the independent, and material aid 
to the dependent, and organize the survivors of the war into an order that 
would be perpetual in its existence, and so successful in its good work as to shed 
additional lustre upon its members. 

General Logan's closing words on this occasion refer to the influence 
of the Grand Army as a teacher of patriotism to rising generations, 
and these are the sentences that last fall on our ears : 

The tree of liberty, watered and trained by the influences of the Grand Army, 
will send forth no disloyal shoots to dishonor our flag ; but every branch, as it 



HISTORY OP THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 497 

takes up its burden of life, will have that vital principle of loyalty so engrafted 
that treason can never destroy it. And when the encampments that know us 
now " shall know us no more forever " the feeling of fraternal regard we have 
nourished will shed its silent tear over our graves ; the charity we have pro- 
moted will throw its mantle over our shortcomings, and the spirit of loyalty we 
have cultivated will still rally round the flag we loved, to perpetuate our 
memories. 

How true to-day, of General Logan himself! 

Another year of v^'ork follows this season of inspiring conference, 
and at last, on May 10, 1871, at the close of General Logan's 
1871. administration, we witness the assembling of the National 
Encampment in Boston. An interesting episode of this ses- 
sion is the receipt of a telegram from the Universal Peace Convention, 
simultaneously meeting in New York, worded as follows: 

Universal Peace Convention, in session in Cooper Institute, New York, 
May 10, 1871 ; to National Encampment, Grand Army of the Republic: 

" We congratulate you on a peaceful encampment. As veterans, can you not 
add your protest against war, that there may never more be another war 
encampment ?" 

To which the still militant, though peaceful, Grand Army promptly 
dispatches this reply : 

" Your congratulations reciprocated. The Grand Army of the Republic is 
determined to have peace, even if it has to fight for it." 

A significant epigram. It is not yet time to be sentimental about 
peace until its foundations are a little more secure. And j^et, the 
march is toward the realm of peace ; if warfare comes, it will be, as 
before, the fault of aggressive traitors. 

Listening with keen attention, we hear these words, which the 
commander-in-chief in his annual, and now farewell, address is leav- 
ing as a text for his successors : 

We must remember that great ends are accomplished, not by spasmodic and 
fitful exertions, but by steady, systematic and persevering movements. This 
was the spirit that nerved us during the fiery ordeal of the late war, and 
crowned our arms with victory. 

Let us, then, strictly conform to our Rules and Regulations, and, systematic 
as an army when marching to the field of battle, let us, like good and faithful 
soldiers, press forward in the great work of promoting and extending the cordial 
virtues of our creed — Fraternity, Charity, and Loyalty ; and the tree of liberty, 
fostered by the genial influence of the Grand Army of the Republic, will send 



498 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

forth its iuspiration to the utmost extremity of our beloved country, until every 
heart shall again be warmed by the vital principles of loyalty, and every 
remnant of ti'eason driven from our land. 

Such is our mission, and such our bright anticipations, and if true to our faith 
and active in our efforts, when we have met together for the last time, and have 
sounded our last reveille, other tongues and other voices will bless the name and 
work of the Grand Army of the Republic. 

Our next view of the Grand Army shows the figure of General A. 

E. Burnside riding along the lines; and, the work of re-organizing 

and consolidating the ranks goes on with energy and dis- 

1872. patch. Gratuitous devotion of time and strength on the part 

of staff-officers results in placing the treasury of the order 

in a solvent condition for the first time since its establishment. From 

this time on we shall notice how the cash balance grows. 




MAJOR-GENEEAIi AMBROSE E. BURNSIDE, 

( Com»iander-in- Chief, 1872-73) 

An uncompromising veteran. General Burnside clearly draws the 
line between charity and compromise, in these words: 

Whilst we should declare ourselves as loyal in the extreme, and utterly in 
opposition to any doctrine which would tend in the slightest degree to revive the 
heresy of secession, we should declare our charity toward those of our late 
enemies in the field who have now recognized, or may hereafter recognize, the 
great wrong they have done to our country. Charity is a Christian virtue, but 
I am free to say to you here, that while I fully endorse the theory or practice, 
if you may call it so, of forgiving those who fought against us, and granting to 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 499 

them all the amnesty which the wisdom of our representatives in Congress may 
deem right and proper, I find it even more difficult to forget and forgive the 
shortcomings of men in the North who had all the lights before them, and while 
our comrades w-ere in the field, enduring all possible hardships, risking life, 
reputation and fortune — risked nothing, but sat in their safe quarters at home, 
and either croaked about the inefficiency of our armies or shivered with fear to 
such an extent as to make them ask for compromise — thus failing to show the 
courage and sagacity necessary to realize that a great God in Heaven would 
crown our efforts with success, if we only used our best endeavors to maintain 
the integrity of our nation. These men we necessarily hold in distrust, and they 
can never, for one moment, receive our sympathy or friendship. A brave, open 
enemy may be respected, but a halting, false friend must always be despised. 

During the two years of this administration, the work already so 
well begun is energetically prosecuted, and pensions and civil appoint- 
ments for veterans are subjects persistently kept before the President 
and Congress. 

THE GRANT-GREELEY CAMPAIGN. 

Within this period, 1871-1873, we see a unique presidential contest 
going on in our country, one in which the variations of opinion are 
extreme, and yet the party-lines so confused that the most intelligible 
designation for the respective allies of the principal contestants is 
" Grant men," or " Greeley men ;" and the close of the campaign leaves 
the Greeley men uncertain whether they are Democrats or Republicans. 
A curious confusion of politics, in which it might have been easy for 
partisanship to creep in where more definite political oppositions 
would have been recognized at the portals and driven off. In 

1873. his address as commander-in-chief, at the Seventh Annual 
Session, on May 14, 1873, General Burnside alludes to the 
fact that during the political campaign no case of partisan action on 
the part of a comrade of the Grand Army of the Republic had been 
reported ; a gratifying indication that the veterans, in the face of a 
crucial test, were living up to their " Declaration of Principles." 

Again we turn to the moving scene, and pass over the period of the 
next administration, that of General Charles Devens, extending from 
'73 to '75, marked by vigorous prosecution of pension claims, and 
bearing the impress of the keen, cultured New England mind, that 
wastes neither time nor words in aimless heroics, but crystallizes both 
into action speedy and effective. 

1875. General Devens thus briefly expresses his opinions on 
several important points, in his address at the Ninth Annual 
Session, in Chicago, May 12, 1875: 



500 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

In some of its forms and in the modes in which it enables its members to 
recognize each other, the Grand Army of the Republic is a secret organization. 
But its secrecy is limited to these ; in all its real purposes and objects it has no 
concealments or reservations, nothing it is not ready to spread before the world 
fully and frankly. It seeks no objects that are not sought by every true man 
who endeavored, whether in the field or out, to do what he could for the preser- 
vation of the Union so lately imperiled, and who is ready now to honor and 
cherish those by whose efforts it was saved. 

It has no system of jwlitics in which all cannot unite, whatever other differ- 
ences they may have as to men or measures, who agree that what was done to 
maintain the government was demanded by the highest considerations of 
patriotism and duty. Did it have any political objects in a narrow or individual 
sense; W'as it intended to elevate this man or party to power and place, or to 
prevent another from obtaining it, a proper and deep distrust would and ought 
to prevail iu reference to it. No body of citizens, even if they have been 
soldiers, can be allowed to separate themselves iu their political relations from 
the great body of their fellow citizens, and form a distinct class, without just 
ground of objection and complaint. 

Nor is it our desire to keep alive any ill feeling which has been engendered 
during the War of the Rebellion. The object of every war that can be justifi- 
ably waged, is that thereby peace may be secured, and those who forced upon 
us, by insulting our flag, by attacking our army, by battering down our 
fortresses, this strange and unnatural conflict, were our countrymen. 

Let the necessary and logical results of our triumph be preserved inviolate, 
alike in the union of these States, and in liberty to every man who treads their 
soil, and the passions and bitterness of the conflict should be allowed to die. 
But we cannot, and we ought not to allow the memory of those by whom these 
results have been achieved to sink into oblivion ; justice to their cause, grati- 
tude for their services, demand that we at least should claim for them a place 
to which they are rightfully entitled among the heroes and martyrs of liberty. 

The adjutant-general at this time reports an increase of five per 
cent, in membership, and the quartermaster-general's financial report 
is equally encouraging; and, altogether, when the Ninth Annual 
Session closes we feel sure that the success of the Grand Army is no 
longer a matter of question. 

And now the picture brightens, with many side lights thrown 

upon it. We behold a " gala day " in Philadelphia, flags everywhere, 

bunting ubiquitous. No need to be told that this is 76. 

1876. " The Orators' Post," No. 2, of Philadelphia, is the proud 
host of the National Encampment, and is ably assisted by 
the rest of the Department of Pennsylvania, in showing honor to 
the Tenth Annual Session, which opportunely is held in the " Cen- 
tennial " city, on June 30th. Singularly, the number of delegates and 
ofiicers of the encampment is exactly one hundred. 



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One wishes that one were a "veteran," when watching the good 
times that they are having, the drives, the breakfast at Belmont 
Mansion, the brilliant parade, and the reunions, and the interchange 
of courtesies that bind society with an unwritten statute. 

But it is not all gala day. In the earnest conference of the session, 
these representatives of the Grand Army transact the business of the 
order, and receive from its various officers the assurance of its con- 
tinued prosperity. General John L. Hartranft commander-in-chief. 




MAJOR-GENERAL JOHN F. HARTRANFT, 

{Commander-in-Chief, 1876-77.) 



delivers an able address which is a careful explication of the oft- 
repeated " Declaration of Principles ; " and which contains this effec- 
tive reference to the Centennial Exposition : 

When you visit the great Exposition of art and industry now open in this 
city, you will be gratified to see the substantial contributions made by our 
nation to the comfort, luxury and progress of humanity. And, as you witness 
this Exhibition, I feel assured you will experience no greater pleasure than in 
the thought that, through your efibrts in part, our great nation was preserved 
in its integrity for a future of usefulness, honor and glory ; and with the natural 
and just pride that comes of this thought, let there go apace a resolution to do 
your share towards efiecting a true reconciliation between the sections of our 
common country, and to advance every effort that will unite with you our late 
foes in promoting the prosperity of our country and enlarging the scope and 
purpose of our free institutions. 



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While we dream of waving tri-color, and martial music dying in 

tile distance, this vision fades, and we are carried around the circle of 

another year ; and on June 26, 1877, we again see the 

1877. popular General Hartranft wearing the badge of com- 
mander-in-chief. This time the city of Providence has the 
honor to receive the members of the National Encampment with a 
hospitality that " Little Rhody " knows so well how to extend. 

This session is full of earnest meaning. From hour to hour we 
mark significant action. General Hartranft's address contains a criti- 
cal analysis of the " soldier element " among the citizens. North and 
South ; and his reference to the Southern element is especially worthy 
of thought. As he speaks, we swiftly take notes as follows : 

One fact established by the war is iuspiriug to every lover of free institutions. 
It proved that our nation could rely upon the patriotism and gallantry of its 
people. It solved the problem of a strong free government, abolished standing 
armies except as a police, and returned to the old days of a nation in arma 
without falling into anarchy on the one hand, or despotism on the other. 

It was also taken for granted that the discipline of the camp unfitted the 
individual for peaceful life. If arms were our profession there might be some 
ground for such a belief. But war was an incident of our careers ; we were 
soldiers as part of our duty as citizens. I do not think a man is a worse citizen 
for having been a good soldier. On the contrary, I think he is the better for 
it. The promptness with which our people took up arms, their courage and 
fidelity in the field, the ease and safety with which they were disbanded, and 
the alacrity with which they resumed their civil pursuits, have often been 
referred to with surprise and admiration. But there is another fact not the 
less admirable and surprising. The soldiers of the South, who know the cost of 
disloyalty and the futility of their principles, have also been the better citizens 
of that section. They have gone to work with accustomed energy and fidelity, 
having learned to respect the convictions of others and patiently to submit to 
the will of the majority. On the other hand, the most pestilent classes of the 
South have been the non-combatants. The men of war promptly moulded their 
swords into pruning-hooks, and their spears into plowshares ; but the professed 
men of peace fanned the embers of hate and have labored to keep alive the 
passions and prejudices of the past. It is evident that the olive branch in the 
South has been twined around the swords that were surrendered at Appomattox 
and Greensboro. 

What this generation fought for and secured may be gradually lost by the 
negligence, self-interest and the indifierenee of succeeding generations. Another 
generation may have to fight over the same grounds and for the same objects ; 
but all will not be lost ; they will win the easier because it has been once won. 

Nevertheless, comrades, though this war was fought upon so plain an issue, it 
was fought in faith, in hope and in charity. We entered the contest with a 



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loyal faith in the principles and institutions established by our fathers, we 
fought for four years, animated and sustained by the hopes of victory, and we 
laid down the sword in the hour of triumph "with malice toward none and 
charity for all." Upon that platform we still stand, loyal to our nation, hopeful 
of its future and charitable to its foes. On the latter we would impose no 
restrictions which freemen ought not to endure, or ask any submission which 
freemen ought not to give ; we simply ask that they give up the pistol and the 
lash, concede free speech, a free press, and free votes, and submit to the decision 
of the ballot. More than these we do not ask, and the contest will go on, in 
peace or war, until they are secured of all men. 

Our organization, then, is founded upon loyalty to the country. Beyond 
that it has no political significance. Beyond that it is an association of men, 
who have participated in the same victories and defeats, who have the same 
convictions and hopes, common memories and mutual sympathies. It is intended 
to perpetuate old friendships, to revive old memories, and for the mutual sup- 
port and assistance of old comrades. 

The Committee on Resolutions at this session call attention to the 
meaning of " Memorial Day," as sacred " to those only who fought in 
defense of Unity," thus rebuking the sentimentalism that couples 
the Blue and the Gray in equal honor. 

At the close of the session an especially graceful resolution of thanks 
to General Hartranft indicates the unbounded esteem in which the 
Pennsylvania soldier and statesman is held by all his comrades, and 
this feeling is further expressed in the beautiful souvenir presented to 
General Hartranft during the exercises of the " Camp-fire " that is 
held after the close of the official meeting. 

We watch the embers glow and fade ; and again we see the Grand 
Army in the field at work, under a new commander-in-chief, General 
John C. Robinson, who for two years guides the projects of the vet- 
eran band. 

BEGINNING OF PENSION LEGISLATION. 

During General Robinson's administration every good work of this 

order is furthered by energetic speech. Pension legislation is urged 

and urged again; and many excellent suggestions and 

1877. resolutions find their way into action. During the "strikes'^ 
of 1877, the Grand Army, through its commander-in-chief, 
offers its services to the United States government, if needed, to sup- 
press anarchy. Though it is not necessary to call them out, they at 
least put themselves on record as the foes to every form of rebellion 
against the laws of the land. 

Notable re-unions and parades occur during this year, in various 



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parts of the country, all reflecting credit on the Grand Army of the 
Republic ; and the Thirteenth Annual Session of the Encampment 
finds the order in a prosperous condition. Referring to this state of 
affairs, General Robinson says, in his address : 

At no time since its organization has the Grand Army of the Republic occu- 
pied so high and proud a position as to-day. The charge, so long and per- 
sistently made, of its beiug a political organization, is no longer heard. We 
have outlived prejudice and overcome opposition. People have seen our good 
works and become satisfied that we are connected with no party or sect; that 
we are what we profess to be, a fraternal, charitable, and loyal association ; that 




GENERAL JOHN C. ROBINSON, 

( Commander-i7i- Chief, 1877-78.) 

among the men who have faced a common danger, toiled together on the long 
and weary march, drank from the same canteen, bivouacked under the same 
blanket, stood shoulder to shoulder in the shock of battle, there exists a fraternal 
feeling that can be found nowhere else ; that our charity is not confined, but 
extends to all our former companions in arms, and to all widows and orphans 
of those who wore the blue ; that our loyalty consists in a determination to pre- 
serve the Union of the States, and to uphold the flag of our country as the 
emblem of universal liberty, equal rights and justice to all men. 



Our Order is now firmly established upon the best and surest foundations. It 
has secured the respect and good will of all. Let us continue to merit the good 
opinion of mankind by pursuing closely the path we have marked out, laboring 
earnestly for the extension and perpetuation of our Order, by keeping fresh and 
green the fraternal feeling that binds us together as soldiers and sailors of the 



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Republic, by disinterested and liberal charity, and that loyalty to the Union 
which is born of pure and lofty patriotism. 

The address throughout is eloquent and patriotic ; and other speeches 
made, and resolutions adopted during the session mark it as one full 
of fire and purpose, a fitting prelude to the second year of General 
Robinson's administration, which now unfolds before our mental 
vision. 

During this time, from June 4, 1878 to June 17, 1879, through the 
efforts of the Grand Army, an important bill for the 

1878-79. payment of arrears of pensions is passed by Congress. 
Special efforts are made to establish soldiers' homes. 
The reports show a gain of over four thousand members, and a still 
increasing cash balance. , 

General Robinson in his address speaks some stirring words on be- 
half of the loyal veterans; some scathing comments on the class who 
retarded a w^ork which they had neither the courage to prosecute nor 
the definiteness to fight against openly. His sentences speak for them- 
selves • 

As an organization we owe allegiance to no political party, and our Constitu- 
tion expressly forbids the discussion of partisan questions in our meetings, yet 
we are bound to protect the interests of our comrades ; and I cannot avoid 
expressing my indignation that Union soldiers (perhaps maimed and crippled 
in their country's service) should be removed from positions of trust and deprived 
of their means of support to make room for men who fought for the dissolution 
of the Union. It is no violation of our organic law to call your attention to 
this matter, for it is one that affects every loyal soldier in the laud. If this 
Encampment cannot repair the wrong, it can at least place on record its protest 
against the act. 

Soldiers must stand by and support each other, or their rights will be ignored 
and trampled upon. AVe are not ready yet to admit that the cause of the 
Union is the lost cause. We do not admit that there is any doubt as to which 
was right and which was wrong, in the great conflict through which we have 
passed. We had no doubt while the conflict lasted ; we have none now. While 
we are confident that we were right and our opponents were wrong, we are 
willing to believe they were honest and sincere. We can honor and respect the 
brave men who manfully fought us face to face, but have only scorn and con- 
tempt for their northern allies, who, when we needed sympathy and support, 
kept up the fire in the rear, criticised our operations, magnified our reverses, 
and had no words of encouragement or cheer for our success. Those we con- 
tended against were our own countrymen. They were as earnest and enthusi- 
astic as ourselves, but we felt that their success would be equally ruinous to the 
North and South. Therefore we never acknowledged defeat, but after each 
reverse were ready to resume the offensive, determined then as now, that in this 



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country there shall be but one government and one flag. The Grand Army of 
the Republic, composed exclusively of men who devoted themselves to the 
accomplishment of this object, will insist upon a faithful observance of the terms 
agreed upon at the close of the war. 

One of the most important acts of this session is the adoption of an 
amendment referring to eligibility to membership, and containing this 
sentence : 

" No person shall be eligible to membership who has at any time borne arms 
against the United States." 

This action seems but another chord struck in harmony with the 
keynote of unswerving loyalty sounded by Commander-in-Chief 
Robinson in his addresses, and one which shows the Grand Army 
veterans to be still the stern soldiers whose unyielding strength makes 
them all the more surel}^ the guardians and conservators of peace. 

On June 8, 1880, the delegates to the Fourteenth Annual Session 
assemble at the Soldiers' Home, in Dayton, Ohio. The com- 

1880. mander-in-chief this year, is the Rev. William Earnshaw, 
who, as chaplain of the "Home," is, in a sense, both host 
and guest, and his address happily suggests this accidental condition 
when he says : 

Comrades : The place at which you meet is in many ways a strong reminder 
of the days when you were loyal soldiers of the Republic, Here are the tents 
and the camping ground. Here are the cannon, shot and shell. Here are the 
stacked arms and accoutrements. Above all this you see about you over four 
thousand disabled heroes, Avho stood shoulder to shoulder with you in the days 
of glory ; and be assured, comrades, that from them you are receiving a most 
hearty greeting. Some of them may not have a iiaud left to grasp yours as in 
other days, or legs to come to you, but their hearts are still the same ; and they 
join you in singing, " We drank from the same canteen." Your presence here 
will be long remembered by many who are weary and worn, but they are now 
resting from the fight. 

We see a large company of veterans who have never before had an 
opportunity to witness this spectacle of a National Encampment, 
the disabled soldiers who find, in the Home at Dayton, a place to pitch 
their tents for a brief season before the order comes for the final march 
to the camping-ground beyond the verge of time. 

SONS OF VETERANS AND WOMEN's RELIEF CORPS. 

Commander-in-Chief Earnshaw speaks a good word for the Sons 
of Veterans, and Chaplain-in-Chief Lovering later on urges the 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 507 

recognition of the Woman's Relief Corps, which has been organized 
and is already in good working order as a volunteer ally of the Grand 
Army of the Republic. Tliese two important questions of recognition 
and alliance are referred to committees, for future action. 

Pensions are discussed ; the question of cannon-metal for badges, 
which has frequently been before the house, is again referred to at this 
session ; and many other interesting details are noticed. The adju- 
tant-general reports an increase in membership of over thirteen thous- 
and ; the quartermaster-general reports assets of nearly $8000; show- 
ing that in numbers and in finances the order is progressing. 

The tone of this session is very genial, and resolutions of apprecia- 
tion and thanks are voted to all whose courtesy has made the occa- 
sion so happy. Owing to the surroundings, the re-union and camp- 
fire at the close of the session is one peculiarly realistic in its mem- 
ories. Again we feel the impulsive wish that we were veterans ! This 
time, not for the sake of sharing in holiday festivities, but that the 
deep pathos of heroic sacrifice might for one hour touch our lives with 
its sublime discipline. The light of the camp-fire glimmers and 
quivers through wet lashes, and we close our eyes and meditate in 
silence, until the sound of voices deep in conference arouses us, and 
we become aware that another year has rolled away, and now, on June 
15, 1881, the Grand Army is again in session to tell one another and 
the world what has been done in the name of Fraternity, Charity and 
Loyalty since the earnest pledges were renewed one year ago. 

1881. Evidently the practical good sense of the Grand Army is the 
hand-maiden of its impulsive heart ; for every word spoken 
and every deed recorded is business-like and effective. Commander-in- 
Chief Wagner has set a most satisfactory fashion, that of visiting 
departments, and reports that nearly every department in the country 
has been visited during the year by himself, or an authorized assistant. 
The personal influence exerted in this way is shown in the fact that two 
hundred and forty new Posts have been organized, and the gain in 
membership for the year is over fifteen thousand. The constantly 
increasing fund in the treasury, far in excess of the expenses of the 
order, leads the commander-in-chief to suggest that either the assess- 
ments should be reduced, or else a permanent fund should be created 
to provide for the old age of the Order. 

The committee that was appointed to consider the alliance with the 
Woman's Relief Corps report an amusingly cautious and hedged-about 
preamble followed by resolutions cordially granting to the Woman's 
National Relief Corps the privilege of adding to its title : " Auxiliary 
to the Grand Army of the Republic," etc. The committee on the 



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" Sons of Veterans " report a very generous endorsement of the 
youthful order ; but the paternal veterans are destined to have some 
little trouble yet, disciplining the willful youngsters. 

This session is held in Indianapolis, the scene of the first encamp- 
ment in 1866 ; and Commander-in-Chief Wagner, in the course of 
hie address, takes occasion to recall that " day of small things," and 




GENERAI, LOUIS WAGNER. 

{Commander-in-Chief, i88i.) 

contrast it with the picture of to-day. The reports of staff-officers fully 
sustain the congratulatory speech of the commander-in-chief on the 
prosperous condition of the Grand Army to-day. 

"section 1754, REVISED STATUTES." 

The many " resolutions," committee reports, etc., crowd the session 
with interest and enthusiasm. We cannot stop to review them all, 
but note one — the request that " the President of the United States 
shall see to it that Section 17 5 J^ of the Revised Statutes is enforced," a 
demand so often reiterated by the Grand Army that the United States 
Government, though an "unjust judge," would be forced to heed it. 

The social and friendly spirit of this session keeps pace with its 
executive energy ; and the closing hours are marked by the usual 
interchange of thanks and good wishes as the Grand Army resumes 
its march once more with a cheerful readiness and a hopeful anticipa- 
tion of greater results than have yet been attained. 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 509 

And again we see them pressing forward, now under the leadership 
of Commander-in-Chief George S. Merrill ; and the next Annual 
Session, June 21, 1882, finds the Encampment at Baltimore. 

The circle of the year has borne three dark shadows, for 
1882. within this time have passed away Generals Hurlbut and 
Burnside, and President Garfield. The remarks of Com- 
mander-in-Chief Merrill on these sad losses, are, like everything else 
in his masterly address, appropriate and eloquent. 

WONDERFUL GROWTH OF THE ORDER. 

The commander-in-chief makes reference to the significant fact in 
the growth of the order, that the increasing membership has been 
marked by quality as well as quantity, since so many representing the 
better element among the veterans have of late years, after much con- 
servative delay, been induced to join the Grand Army. Major Merrill 
has followed the example of his predecessor, and has visited as many 
departments as possible, and with satisfactory results. 

The Pension Committee and the committee who waited on the 
President in reference to " 1754," report progress. Staff-officers report 
the same growing prosperity; yes, that is the very idea, the growth, 
the prosperity, seem to fill one's vision. A gain of nearly 30,000 
members, and a large number of new Posts chartered, many of them 
in the late rebel states, are significant indications of the growth of the 
Grand Army; and the quartermaster-general's report shows a cor- 
responding increase in the assets of the order, one notable item in his 
report being the investment of $5,000 in government bonds, the 
beginning of the " permanent fund " suggested by Commander-in- 
Chief Wagner at the session of last year. Surely, the day of struggle 
and uncertainty for the Grand Army of the Republic is past. 

Commander-in-chief Merrill, in his Memorial Day order, has given 
us this exquisite bit of poetic prose : 

Upon the bud and blossom, leaf and laurel we one year ago laid upon the 
grass-grown mounds, has fallen the heat of summer and the snow of winter, and 
their beauty and perfume are gone forever ; but as we join in these sadly sweet 
ceremonies, the story of valor and patriotism we will keep as fresh in our mem- 
ories and as fragrant in our hearts, as when for the first time we came to bedeck 
these shrines with the early offerings of an opening spring. 

To country, these fallen comrades offered the service and sacrifice of their 
lives ; let us reverently give one day in loyal devotion to their memories ; search 
out every one of their known resting places, so that in all our broad land, 
wherever exists a Post of the Grand Army, not a single grave of a Union soldier 
or sailor shall be unvisited — not one which willing fingers and grateful hearts 



510 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

do not unite to cover with myrtle and evergreen, entwiued with bright blossoms 
upon which the glad sunlight has painted something of eternal beauty, tokens 
of life's frailty, emblems of valor's immortality. 

And now we listen to the commander's dignified address, full of 
energy and shaded with pathos, and pronounce it well worthy to be 
named an oration. As he proceeds, we follow his rhythmical sentences 
to this fitting close : 

The Grand Army is to-day the representative organization of the soldiers and 
sailors of America ; the one great association which includes the veterans of 
every army, and all ranks ; the men who followed the flag upon the land and 
who fought beneath its folds upon the sea ; men of every nationality, color and 
creed ; the ofiicer who wore the well won stars of a general, and the private 
whose only badge of distinction was in patriotic and faithful service in the ranks, 
all upon the common level oi comrades of the flag. 

Seventeen years have successively come and gone since the ranks from which 
the Grand Army can be recruited were closed forever ; as an organization, we 
have nearly reached the summit of our life, and shall soon be marching, with 
ceaseless tramp, but ever lessening tread, adown the slope, toward the land 
beyond, where the waves of eternity's ocean are ever beating upon the sand and 
shingle of the shore. Let us strive to so fulfil our duty to ourselves, our country 
and our God, that when our last battle has been fought, our last march ended, 
we may join the Grand Army of Peace in their shining tents upon the eternal 
camping grounds above. 

We may not linger over the details of this year. Its joys and its 
griefs have been many ; its lessons are correspondingly useful and 
eloquent. So many interesting lights and shades appear in the picture 
of this Encampment that we are loth to turn away from it. But time 
sweeps on relentlessly, and another scene unfolds. The Grand Army 
appear rallying around a young and enthusiastic leader, one already 
well known in the ranks as an influential organizer. In his own 
western country few could be found among the veterans who have not 
long before heard the name of Paul Vander Voort. With character- 
istic ardor he devotes himself to the national leadership, and this year, 
1882-1883, finds him travelling constantly, all over the United States, 
to visit the many State Departments, and give to scattered or indif- 
ferent comrades the patriotic exhortation that no amount of printed 
orders, and codes, and manuals could convey, but which goes with the 
magnetic presence and the unquestioned sincerity of the living man. 
Our view of this year reveals the commander-in-chief thus rallying 
and inspiring flagging departments, and adding daily to the mem- 
bership of the Grand Army of the Republic; for who could resist the 



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patriotic eloquence, or the eloquent patriotism of the man who has 
put his whole heart into the work of promulgating Fraternity, Charity 
and Loyalty? 

We watch the unfolding scene until July 25, 1883, is 

1883. reached, when we listen with the rest to the able, unassum- 
ing address in which the commander-in-chief reports the 

results of the year past; and we heartily echo the words of General 
Logan, who, commenting on the address, says : 

I wish that all the people who have been worrying their brains in foreign 
lands and in our own laud, to ascertain why the Union army was successful in 
its struggle for this great country and why, when disbanded, there was not a 
ripple upon the surface, could have been here to-day and listened to this able 
and eloquent address from a private soldier of the ranks ; they then would 
understand why slavery fell and liberty lived. They would then understand 
why the Union army was in the twinkling of an eye dissolved into society 
without a ripple upon the surface. They would also understand why the old 
starry banner floats to-day," and why the grandest Republic that ever existed 
exists to-dsiy, and why it will be perpetuated. 

How can we describe the complex picture of this year, as painted in 
the exhaustive reports of the staff-officers and committees, and in the 
legislation of the session ! The membership gain for the year is over 
46,000, and seven permanent departments have been organized. Over 
$100,000 has been expended in charities. Seventy-five thousand 
badges, made of " captured cannon " metal, have been issued ; and 
Quartermaster-General John Taylor reports assets of nearly $12,000, 
and liabilities none. We can only say, marvelous are the results of 
energy and enthusiasm well directed ! We must study the picture 
again and again, for it is impossible to fix every detail in mind in 
this hasty review. Every project of the Grand Army seems to be 
kept in view, and progress along the line of purpose is marked. The 
remarkable extension of the roll-call during the year will ever be a 
memorial of the enthusiasm of this administration. 

But the canvas moves on ; on march the Grand Army, with colors 

flying, and with trumpets sounding no uncertain notes. As they near 

the city of Minneapolis, and pitch their tents for the Eigh- 

1884. teenth Annual Session, on July 23, 1884, we see that another 
commander leads the van. The four stars now shine on the 

breast of Colonel Robert B. Beath, one whose name is inseparably 
associated with the name and fame of the Grand Army of the Republic. 
Like his predecessor, he, too, has journeyed far and near to visit the 
many departments, and to meet the allies of the Grand Army, espe- 



512 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

cially the Woman's Relief Corps, now prosperously at work as " our 
Grand Army Reserve." 

The commander-in-chief, in his brief and comprehensive notes on 
the events of the year, gives us but a modest etching of his own 
executive career. But the committee on the address have seized the 
brush, and are bringing out the high lights as they comment on and 
endorse the many important and wise acts of this spirited and success- 
ful administration. Listen to the committee's resume of the com- 
mander's address, and note what is said of establishing Soldiers' and 
Sailors' Homes ; of charities dispensed ; of the noble auxiliary work 
of the Woman's Relief Corps ; of reverent respect for religion ; of the 
never-forgotten pension claims, conservative and reasonable in their 
demands, but firm in pushing them ; of the success of securing cannon- 
metal for badges, and of the nearly 100,000 badges this year distrib- 
uted ; of the 250 post-charters applied for during the year, showing 
that the work of organizing still goes bravely on ; of the need for 
thoughtful care on the part of every one to avoid even the approach 
to a partisan spirit; and so on, and on, until the commander's field- 
glass has swept every objective point, and reviewed every battalion of 
the Grand Army. At the close, we hear the committee paying this 
compliment to General Beath : 

" We desire to express the thanks of the committee to the commander-in-chief 
for the clear, full and terse suggestions and points made in his address, which 
served to lighten, to a considerable degree, the labors of the committee, and 
enabled us to concur in all his recommendations, whether herein specially men- 
tioned or not." 

During this year Commander-in-Chief Beath has been ably assisted 
by the senior and junior vice-commanders. The Junior Vice-Com- 
mander, W. H. Holmes, has, as usual, been absorbed in advancing the 
interest of the Grand Army on the Pacific slope, and his special report 
is full of interest. He speaks of the founding of the Veterans' Home, 
at Yountville, California, for which the Department of California had 
raised nearly $40,000. Also, he speaks of the G. W. De Long Post, that 
has been established in Honolulu, by the veterans whom the vicissi- 
tudes of business have sent to find a home in these far-off Pacific Isles; 
but who, remote from native land and the scenes of their soldier life, 
keep fresh the memories of " 61-65 " by camp-fire and reunion, and 
by the sacred observance of Memorial Day. 

ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND NEW MEMBERS. 

The adjutant-general reports a gain by muster of over 100,000 mem- 
bers, and a net gain of nearly 90,000. Several important departments 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 513 

are reported organized in the south and the far-west. A relief fund of 
over $150,000 has been expended during the year, nearly 9,000 
veterans having shared in its benefits. 

Quartermaster-General Taylor still reports the prosperous financial 
standing of the order, the account for the year closing with a cash 
balance of over $13,000. 

As the session proceeds, again we hear an echo that sounds like 
" 1754 ; " and we remember that this is a band who never surrender 
and never retreat, stern soldiers who meet a duty with features set as 
though cast in bronze. But stop — the lines relax, the flush of vital 
sympathy suffuses each face, and all other thoughts are forgotten for 
a moment, while hands are plunged into pockets, and a prompt and 
generous provision is made on the spot for one of the visiting com- 
rades who, by a severe accident, has been seriously injured and disa- 
bled — a practical demonstration of the leading thought in their triune 
motto. 

Later, we see the great Encampment enjoying the sunshine of its 
social farewell hours as only those can who take recreation with a clear 
conscience after duty faithfully performed. And here in the heart of 
a continent throbs the heart of its patriotic people, as around the 
camp-fire once more the comrades gather to listen to the inspiring 
words of gifted orators in their band, whose mission it is to teach, by 
line upon line and precept upon precept, the meaning and the purpose 
of the struggle and the victory that the Grand Army year by year 
celebrate. 

A few hours they spend in song and reminiscence, and then again 
they resume the march of practical action, and another year's work 
unfolds upon the canvas of time. Again we behold a young and 
spirited commander-in-chief, John S. Kountz, speeding hither and 
thither, crossing and re-crossing the territory of our country with a 
net-work of 30,000 miles of railroad travel, as he visits thirty-four of 
the departments of the Grand Army. 

OVERCOMING THE OPPOSITION OF RELIGIOUS SECTS. 

Quick to detect the practical difficulties that impede the success of 
the order, he notes especially the opposition that comes from the con- 
scientious scruples of certain religious sects, and with busi- 
1885. ness-like directness he broaches the matter to prominent 
representatives of these churches. The candor of the young 
commander-in-chief wins over the fathers of the Catholic church to a 
hearty endorsement of the Grand Army ; and other conservative bodies 
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members to join the order. This friendly and reasonable conference 
is one of the most sensible as well as most important acts of the admin- 
istration, and one in which the personal influence of Commander-in- 
Chief Kountz is gracefully shown. 

We watch the commander as he leads his loyal band on their 




untiring march, until on the 24th of June, 1885, they reach the city 
of Portland, Maine, where they halt for the Nineteenth Annual Session 
of the Encampment. 

And again we hear, this time from Adjutant-General Alcorn, of the 
still increasing roll-call, until now the order numbers over 260.000 



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veterans, with a net gain of nearly 1000 Posts during the year. With 
this report of members is also given the partial report of relief extended 
to 15,000 comrades and others through a fund of over $170,000, not to 
mention the incidental charities that everywhere are extended at 
need, and of which no account is kept. 

We pause to reflect on this evidence of fraternity and charity, and 
even as we muse we see the five hundred men of the Encampment 
rising by our impulse to cast their silent vote in adoption of this 
resolution : 

Resolved : By the Nineteenth National Encampment of the Grand Army 
of the Republic, assembled in the city of Portland, Maine, representing 300,000 
soldiers and sailors in the United States, that in this, the first hour of our 
assembly, we tender to the distinguished comrade, soldier and statesman. General 
Ulysses S. Grant, our profound sympathy in his continued illness, and extend a 
soldier's greeting to our beloved commander and comrade, who has for months 
endured unspeakable agony with that characteristic fortitude that has challenged 
the admiration of the world. 

Swiftly over the wire the message is flashed to the cottage at Mt. 
McGregor, where the hero is fighting his last battle, with an enemy 
that, for him as for all of us, can be vanquished only by the Captain of 
our Salvation. Swiftly again over the wire comes the answer from 
the chieftain's eldest son and inseparable companion : 

Mt. McGregor, N. Y., June 24, 1885. 
John S. Kountz, 

Commander-in- Chief: 
General Grant directs me, in reply to your dispatch, to tender through you 
to each one of the three hundred thousand veterans, his comrades, now repre- 
sented at Portland, his thanks for their interest in his health and welfare. 
General Grant wishes to take this occasion to also thank them for their splendid 
services which have resulted in giving freedom to a race, peace to a continent, 
and a haven to the oppressed of the world. 

F. D. GRANT. 

Great in battle and in siege, but greater still in his steadfast calm I 
Grant at the front, yielding not until the enemy surrendered, is not so 
sublime as Grant at Mt. McGregor, dictating his Memoirs as quietly 
and dispassionately as though no shadow of swift-coming death were 
lengthening toward him, commanding his mind and spirit, and leaving 
to his loved ones the legacy of his finished work. " Nothing in his life 
so became him as the manner of his leaving it." 

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receiving the spirited response of their chieftain, are worthy of the 
leader. Their conquests of peace are greater than their victories of 
war, for it is self-mastery that every veteran of the Grand Army of the 
Republic is learning ; and in the culture of the nobler traits of his 
character he is demonstrating the truth that " he that ruleth his own 
spirit is greater than he that taketh a city ;" learning too, the truth 
that all the world must learn, that the fundamental secret of peace 
with one's fellow men is self-control. 

But in our musing we are forgetting the moving scene before us; 
and returning to observe it with renewed attention, we find the En- 
campment deep in the discussion of pension legislation, and planning 
for the systematic presentation of claims of veterans, under the 
Revised Statutes. Seventeen-jifty-four again ! 

And when the serious business of the Encampment is ended, we see 
again the smiles of mirth, and the handshaking, and the expression of 
mutual good wishes for one another, and mutual hopes for the con- 
tinued prosperity of the Grand Army of the Republic, now about to 
start on another march around the annual circuit. 

Now the leader is General S. S. Burdett, the distinguished agrarian 
lawyer, whose active service in the field as a captain of cavalry was 
interrupted only because his "judicial mind" made him valuable in 
the office of judge-advocate. And now his combined military enthu- 
siasm and executive ability fit him for the office of commander-in 
chief of the Grand Army of Peace and Progress. 

As we watch the movements of the Grand Army through this year's 
campaign of effort, we see that the several objects of the order are 
constantly kept in mind. Over $200,000 is expended for relief of 
needy veterans. The memorable " Section 1754 " is kept alive by 
the inbreathing of a patriotic spirit, and thus rescued from the dead- 
letter fate that befalls too many statutes. 

During the year the badge of the order is perfected in design by 
the addition of significant marks, and patented as the exclusive badge 
of the Grand Army of the Republic. The commander-in-chief visits 
half of the existing departments during the year, and also confers 
with the national officers of the Woman's Relief Corps. 

Early in this official year the Grand Army is called to mourn the 
death of its comrade, and former chief. General Grant. 

1886. Commander-in-Chief Burdett's first General Order is relative 

to the project for establishing at the national capital a fitting 

memorial of General Grant. Progress in the matter is, however, delayed 

from motives of expediency. When time rolls around to August 4, 

1886, the Grand Army have crossed the plains and the Rocky Moun- 



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tains, and San Francisco is enlivened and inspired by the presence 
of the valiant veterans. 

The commander-in-chief addressing the Encampment, says : 

Threading a continent in our this year s march, we pitch the tents of the 
Twentieth National Encampment on this our further shore, salute the glory of 
the mountains which to our fathers were nameless shadows in a foreign land, 
and hear with gladness the music of waves which sing our anthem, where yester- 
day the starry flag was but a strange device. It has been the lot of the Grand 
Army to compass the land it helped to save. 

Then follows an earnest and comprehensive speech in which the 
chief reviews the important acts of his administration and the develop- 
ments along the line of the Grand Army enterprises. The effect of 
his suggestions is seen in the report of the Committee on the Address, 
which report, with slight amendments, is adopted as the sense of the 
Encampment. We note several points in the committee's report, as 
especially significant. The following comment and resolution give to 
the Grant memorial project a formal recognition : 

Your committee call special attention to the action of the commander-in-chief 
touching the matter of creating a fund for the erection of a suitable memorial to 
our late Comrade U. S. Grant. We fully approve of the action already taken 
and recommend a resumption of the scheme now held in abeyance, and the 
raising of a fund, through the organization of the G. A. R., of not less than 
$100,000, for the erection of such memorial at the Capital of the nation. 

Resolved : That there be created a committee, to be known as the Grant 
Memorial Committee, to be composed of one member from each department and 
the commander-in-chief elect, who shall be chairman of said committee, whose 
duty it shall be to supervise the creation of a fund for the erection of a suitable 
memorial at the Capital of the United States. 

Also we note these paragraphs in the report, which show the present 
attitude of the Grand Army of the Republic toward these two most 
closely related allies : 

The warm words of commendation of the Woman's Relief Corps, contained in 
the address of the commander-in-chief, will meet with a hearty response from 
every member of the Grand Army of the Republic. There is no brighter page 
in the history of the rebellion than that which records the heroic sacrifices of 
American women. At the fireside, where tears are shed and breaking hearts 
commune with God, there may be found a valor and heroism that never shone 
on battle-field, nor answered to the trump of fame, and the story of a grander 
martyrdom than any page of history records sleeps in many and many an 
humble grave where a woman's pulseless heart goes back to dust. It is fitting, 



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therefore, that the patriotic women of America should share with us the work 
wh*ch recalls a past in which they bore so conspicuous and so honorable a part. 
We have so frequently and so unreservedly given our endorsement to the 
Woman's Belief Corps, that, as our commander suggests, " a breach of promise 
would lie if we should now attempt to ignore the bargain, or refuse a dutiful 
performance of conditions." But such a wish is farthest from our thoughts. 
Rather let the union be fully consummated, and may we walk together in Faith, 
Love and Charity, until death do us part. 

The organization known as the Sons of Veterans has always received the God- 
speed of our National Encampment. It is a natural outgrowth of the lessons 
of loyalty taught by our Order, and is, we believe, destined to exert a powerful 
influence in behalf of loyalty and good citizenship, long after the Grand Army 
of the Republic shall have passed away. We therefore cordially endorse the 
sentiments expressed in the commander's address touching this active, growing 
and useful organization. 

Quartermaster-General Taylor reports a cash balance of over $23,- 
000, and he also urges the propriety of reducing the price of badges 
and supplies in view of the yearly increasing surplus in the treasury. 
The committee recommended that $20,000 of the surplus be invested 
in United States bonds. 

The adjutant-general reports a membership in good standing of 
over 250,000, and a net gain of over 25,000 during the year. 

The Standing Committee on Pensions present a very interesting 
report of their effort to get the veterans' claims before Congress, with 
mingled success and failure. They close their report with this con- 
clusive suggestion : 

After an experience in this work of four years, your committee is of the opinion 
that it is alike wise and for the best interests of the veterans to pursue the course 
marked out by previous National Encampments, and that the Grand Army shall 
continue to demand of Congress the prompt passage of the measures heretofore 
endorsed by this encampment in favor of the aged, the poor and needy veterans, 
and that until this is accomplished, the rich and well can afford to wait before 
demanding pensions for themselves. 

The Committee on Resolutions report the following on that never- 
forgotten question of civil appointments for veterans : 

Resolved : That we request the rigid enforcement of the provisions of Sec- 
tion 1754, Revised Statutes of the United States. 

Resolved : That patriotism, justice and equity alike demand that the pro- 
visions of Section 1754, Revised Statutes of the United States, be so amended as 
to embrace all honorably discharged soldiers and sailors now disabled by reason 
of wounds or disease contracted in the service of their country, whether discharged 
for physical disability or otherwise, when found to be fully competent. 



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Resolved : That the obligation which the government of the United States 
owes to the soldiers and sailors disabled in its service, differs in no respect from 
those due to any of its other creditors, unless it be that they are of a more sacred 
and binding character, and in the payment of these obligations no measures for 
raising the money required should be employed which are not applied to every 
other species of indebtedness. 

Resolved : That the commander-in-chief of the Grand Army be requested 
to procure orders from the secretary of war, and from the secretary of the 
navy, permitting the officers, soldiers and sailors who served in the army and 
navy of the United States, and who belong to this organization, to wear the 
badge of the Grand Army of the Republic, where so serving. 

Among the pleasing incidents of the proceedings we note the present- 
ation to the National Encampment, on behalf of G. W. De Long Post> 
of Honolulu, of a gavel made from the wood of trees indigenous to the 
Sandwich Islands. Also, a banner is presented to the Department of 
California, by the Department of New York; as though the Atlantic 
thus greeted the Pacific across three thousand miles of intervening 
land. 

The scene of this session being associated with the Mexican war, 
rather than the civil strife, it seems especially appropriate that General 
Sherman, a hero of both conflicts, should be called upon to digress 
somewhat from the usual topics of reminiscence and deliver an address 
upon the conquest that gave us California. The general, in this ad- 
dress, correlates the achievements of American soldiery, and makes 
this reference to the attitude of these younger veterans : 

You, my beloved comrades of the war of 1861-5, have abundant reason for 
your faith in the majesty and security of this new Union, with the Atlantic 
States, the Pacific States, and the great center, bound together in harmony by 
rivers and mountains, and by bands of steel, each state controlling its own 
property and interest, with a strong government over all. Yet in your conven- 
tions and feasts you can well spare some words of chfier to your old comrades of 
the Mexican War, who did so much to enlarge the national domain and make 
possible the glorious work you afterward so thoroughly accomplished. We 
cannot expect to tarry long to enjoy the fruits of our labor, but untold genera- 
tions of intelligent men and beautiful women will be here to protect, defend and 
maintain these conquests, and meantime we have a right to be proud and con- 
tent that in our day and generation we have largely contributed to build up 
and strengthen the fabric of government fashioned by our fathers, sanctified by 
the great name of Washington, made doubly precious by the noble virtues of 
our martyred Lincoln, and crowned by the achievements of our comrade, Grant. 

We listen to the address and all the while are conscious of an under- 
current of reflection. It is the gray-haired veteran of many a siege 



522 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

who speaks. To him, after a lifetime of active service, the vista 
lengthens far behind ; and as he looks forward he sees, with a clearer 
perception than the less experienced can have, the inevitable logical 
outcome of existing conditions, the glories and the dangers that are 
included in the possibilities of the unknown future. It is indeed 
fitting that the venerable chief should utter words of thoughtful sug- 
gestion and temperate exhortation to these impetuous younger 
veterans 

Another thought impresses us as we survey the scene. Less than forty 
years ago this golden shore was an unexplored world. To-day it teems 
with life, and we see here and now a brilliant display of lavish gener- 
osity that exceeds anything ever before experienced by the National 
Encampment. Munificent sums have been contributed to insure the 
comfort and pleasure of every delegate to the official gathering and 
every veteran from the ranks of the Grand Army who has journeyed 
hither to attend its annual camp-tire. Truly a golden country it 
seems with its fruits and flowers and its open-handed hospitality which 
is not confined to the session of the Encampment proper, but extends 
to the numerous receptions given to visiting comrades by the princi- 
pal cities and towns of California during the week following the session. 
Much of the spirit of good-fellowship that characterizes pioneers in 
any new country lingers yet in this younger region of our land, to 
remind the older and more conservative " East " that we may be in 
danger of becoming selfish if we do not remember to keep alive the 
impulsive friendliness that belongs peculiarly to new lands and new 
homes, but which is not amiss in older and more settled communities, 
and which, more than any other personal element, is allied to demo- 
cratic ideas. Conservatism, socially, tends to aristocratic exclusiveness 
— a tendency sufficiently marked in American society to-day to be a 
source of anxious thought to lovers of free institutions and equal rights. 
Let us learn here in the whole-hearted generous " West " how noble 
and self-respecting is respect for one's fellow-men ; and how narrow 
and narrowing in their influences are the subtle aims of selfish exclu- 
siveness. If our Encampment on these western shores impresses on us 
no other incidental lesson, let it be this : that Fraternity implies the 
universal brotherhood of men, that Charity seeketh not her own, and 
that Loyalty respects the humblest citizen of the land as the unit of its 
national life. 

The day of conference is ended, and the veterans, once more in 
readiness for their 3'^early march, pause to say farewell to the Pacific 
shore. The waves lapse upon the beach, the sunset gun booms over 
the water. The sunset rays redden across the foaming sea, the stara 



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come out in the blue field, and Nature in its emblematic colors salutes 
the Grand Army of the Republic. 

We close our eyes to rest and to dream of the events that have filled 
these recent hours with pathos, with joy, with energetic action and 
with welcome recreation ; to dream of the future so eloquently fore- 
told, not so much by the words that have been spoken as by the 
prophetic meaning that always lies hidden in sterling deeds, if we are 
philosophical enough to discover it. We awake to behold the begin- 




GENERAL LTJCIUS FAIRCHILD 

( Commander-in- Chief, /SSy.) 



ning, at least, of the realization of this prophecy as the veteran band, 
through their responsible representatives, go forward on the track of 
unswerving purpose adopted and authorized by the Encampment. 

As we view the field of this year, we see leading the army the figure 
of one held in highest esteem by his countrymen, one whose popular- 
ity in his own life-long home furnishes an exception to the rule that 
" a prophet is not without honor save in his own country and among his 
own people:" General Lucius Fairchild, the ideal soldier and states- 
man, the graceful diplomat, the honored citizen, the beloved friend 
and comrade. We recollect that the boys of Wisconsin, his young 
friends and comrades in '61, can never say enough in praise of the 
gallant young captain whose military bearing on duty was equalled 
by the frank cordiality with which he welcomed the boys to his tent 
to have the royal " good times " which they recall now as the bright 
spots in a memory otherwise shadowed with stern recollections. What 



524 HISTORY OP THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

wonder that the veterans promptly fall in line with such a leader! 
The power of a gracious personality is felt wherever the commander- 
in-chief appears, as he speeds from point to point with untiring devo- 
tion, visiting the greater number of the departments during the year. 
Everywhere by his inspiring words and genial presence he is the 
exponent of fraternity, charity and loyalty, a living epistle of patriotism 
seen and read of all men. 

While General Fairchild thus rallies the forces of the Grand Army 
at its remote posts, the officers at National Headquarters are at work 
making perfection more perfect, one might almost say, as they study 
the constant improvement in what already seems a thoroughly sys- 
tematized management of Grand Army affairs. 

The committees are at work, conspicuously the standing committee 
on pensions. We see them as they meet at the national capital and 
hold earnest conference with the prominent members of the Senate 
and the House. We note their untiring efforts to secure legislation in 
favor of such a bill as would rescue the disabled and needy soldier 
from the humiliating condition of enforced pauperism. We see the 
difficulty and the discouragement that meet them at every step. We 
note how one " clothed with a little brief authority " may antagonize, 
for awhile, the wishes of the great mass of patriotic citizens, and delay 
the results that are sure to come eventually, when the representatives 
of the people wake up to a realization of the deep disgrace of allowing 
the country's defenders to suffer in unrelieved poverty in their ad- 
vanced age. Strange, that any one calling himself a federalist can be 
so stolidly indifferent to the claims of veterans, whose presence in any 
community should be a constant inspiration to the gratitude of those 
who at heart endoree the policy which the Union army defended. Is 
there a modicum of disloyalty in this grudging of pensions ? Or is it 
only a characteristic selfishness that is manifested chiefly by those 
who during the war took good care to keep their own precious bodies 
out of danger of being disabled ? We listen to the well-fed and well- 
couponed statesmen who so grandiloquently defend the stronghold of 
the Treasury, tragically representing it as being " systematically 
robbed " by the award of pensions. We wish that by way of an 
object lesson these pompous grumblers could just for one day have an 
empty coat-sleeve; a business prospect ruined ; a chronic phase of ill 
health fastened on them by army exposures ; or a pair of crutches in 
place of their strutting legs. Perhaps then their logical wits would 
be sufficiently sharpened to enable them to discover that but for this 
veteran army, for whose disabled members a modest relief-pension is 
asked, there might now be no treasury to defend, still less a "surplus" 



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to worry over. Indeed, it is possible that the mission of the " surplus " 
would be promptly recognized by the construction of aqueducts to 
convey the swelling streams into the private reservoirs of these very 
men. We should see " pension legislation " then on the grandest 
scale ever witnessed in the world's history. The selfishness that 
denies a crust to another, is always ready to grab the whole loaf for 
itself. If there is any statesman who will bear watching, in the in- 
terests of the defenseless treasury, it is the sneering, insulting op- 
ponent of soldiers' pensions. More than that, I would not trust him 
not to run up a rebel flag if he had control of the ropes. 

The general sentiment of humanity is expressed in the saying, " It 
were better that ninety-nine rogues escape than that one just man be 
hung." So, it were better that one lazy or improvident ex-soldier 
should be supported, than that the existence of such, here and there, 
should be made a triumphant argument against caring for the great 
mass of really deserving patriots. Even though the utmost vigilance 
in examining into " claims " may not always prevent the award of 
undeserved pensions, still, the United States Government may safely 
conclude that " it is better to be sinned against than sinning " in this 
matter. The children of this generation of statesmen do not wish to 
be ashamed of their parents, or to feel a hot blush whenever they see 
a faded blue coat in the almshouse enclosure. 

How can we help these thoughts as we watch the year's experience 
of the Committee on Pensions ! Five representative men from the 
Grand Army of the Republic with their commander-in-chief, a half- 
dozen generous patriots whose personal power and prosperity relieve 
them from the necessit}^ of asking anything for themselves, but who 
are all the more devotedly engaged in securing help for their less 
fortunate comrades. 

A year of serious reflection ; a year of stern indignation ; a year 
that might make a bitter pessimist of any soldier who did not reflect 
that representatives do not always represent, and that the heart of the 
American people is with the Grand Army, despite the grudging action 
of some who temporarily hold the legislative and the veto powers. 
Courage, soldiers ! The wisdom of your fellow-citizens cannot go so 
far astray as to permit the repetition of such blunders. Each Novem- 
ber on its fateful" first Tuesday" will record one after another hand- 
writing on the wall, the purport of which will be to inform some 
candidate for re-election that by the deliberate decision of his con- 
stituents he is hereby permitted henceforth to give his undivided 
attention to his own private aflTairs. The Grand Army may devote 
itself to the mission of cultivating fraternity, charity and loyalty; the 



526 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

great mass of the citizenship of the country will take care of the politi- 
cal battle of the day. And whatever party he may nominally repre- 
sent, the man who is not a friend of the veteran soldiers will not be 
entrusted with the management of the government which their suffer- 
ings and sacrifices preserved. Trust your loyal countrymen for that. 
A large proportion of the voters of to-day are not veterans ; the fates 
decreed that they should be born a few years too late for that. But 
many of them remember the strangely solemn time when many a 
home was left in the care of a gentle mother, and the children gathered 




GENERAL JOSEPFI R. HAWLE'X, 
{yunior P'ice-Conitnander-in-Chief, 1870.) 

close at her elbow as she read the letter frorn the soldier husband and 
father, or breathlessly scanned the dispatches that seemed a weird 
echo of the dreadful battle. Some of them remember the childish awe 
with which they gazed on the soldier's metallic casket as it was borne 
into the village church, its sable cover hidden by the stars and stripes 
that the hero carried when he fell. Some of them are too young to 
remember even thus imperfectly that day of somber mystery when 
even children's sunshine seemed to fall through smoke-stained 
clouds, and the light of many an aged life went out and left a mid- 
night darkness where only the Christian's faith could discern the stars 
shining through. 

But even those who have recently attained their majority are listen- 
ing with sympathetic attention to the story of the conflict, and studying 
its underlying principles; and to intelligent young America, north 
and south, the logic of a true patriotism is more convincing than the 
sophistry of selfish ambition. Shall they forget the men whose bravery 



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brought the question to its just conclusion ? Trust the boys, veterans ; 
some of them may make mistakes, but we believe that, in the main, 
they will honor themselves by honoring the defenders of the national 
faith. 

Need we say this to the brave Committee on Pensions, whom we 
have watched with such intense and absorbing interest ? Ah, they 
know it already; and it is their faith in the ultimate justice of the 
American people that brightens each care-worn face as they return 
from Washington and prepare their calm and dispassionate report for 
the coming National Encampment ; a report that will not be news to 
anyone who has been watching the progress of events, but which will 
not only present the facts in systematic shape, but contain also the 
suggestions of the committee, three of whom are Past Commanders-in- 
Chief of the Grand Army — men who are, perhaps, better informed 
than any others could be of the needs and claims of veterans. 

While they frame their report we will turn our eyes upon the city 
of St. Louis, where the grandest preparations are being made to re- 
ceive the delegates to the Twenty-first Annual Session of the National 
Encampment. One hundred thousand dollars is the sum raised within 
the business limits of the city, for nothing is too good for the veterans, 
and nothing is too good for St. Louis. Little do the coming soldiers 
imagine the splendid show of decorations, illuminations, etc., 

1887. that is to greet their eyes. These citizens of St. Louis are like 
enthusiastic and generous children planning no end of gor- 
geous things " to s'prise you ;" among them four beautiful stained- 
glass transparencies, two showing Grant on horseback, and two 
life-size likenesses of President Lincoln. It is pleasant to know that 
these four transparencies are now placed as memorial windows, one 
in each of four leading Soldiers' Homes in the country. 

Septemper 28, 1887, has come. What if it does rain ! The camp- 
fires burn with undiminished flame as in every Post Poom resident 
members extend hospitalities to visiting comrades, while citizens at 
large and municipal officers of St. Louis welcome the brilliant and 
talented representatives of the Grand Army of the Eepublic. 

We see many thousands of the Grand Army drawn up in line, and 
Ignoring the falling rain they march through the principal streets of St. 
Louis, and are reviewed from the grand stand by the commander-in-chief. 
And again we see the assembled Encampment. In many an earnest 
face the lines of thought have deepened since one year ago. The 
fatigue of many weary miles of travel has left its pallor on the chiseled 
face of the commander-in-chief; but through it, as through the rose- 
tinted marble, the glow of enthusiasm reveals the spirit that has given 



528 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

inspiration to so many thousands during these months of swift, brief 
visitation. 

As the business of the session proceeds, we hear Adjutant-General 
Gray reporting a membership of about 321,000, with a net gain of over 
25,000, and a gain of 540 Posts during the year. Quartermaster- 
General Taylor reports that the assets are over $33,000, the cash 
balance over $12,000 ; and that the Grant Memorial Fund has grown 
to over $8000. It is also stated that while over a quarter of a million 
dollars has been reported expended for charity, this sum does not rep- 
resent more than one-half of the actual charities, so much being done 
informally and not reported by the Posts. One pleasant incident of 
the charities of the Grand Army this year is referred to — the prompt 
raising of a sum for the people of Charleston, S. C, at the time of the 
earthquake disaster. General Fairchild had promptly gone to 
Charleston, and at his call a liberal subscription had been at once 
forwarded to the scene of the disaster. Here, where the first rebel 
gun was fired, one of the soldiers first to respond to the ominous 
war-call, heaped coals of fire on an enemy's head. Oh, the glorious 
victory of charity, the sweet revenge of generosity ! 

We hear with pleasure of the progress of the Woman's Relief Corps, 
as shown in a communication from their National headquarters ; and 
the Grand Army recognize the work of these energetic allies by adopt- 
ing the following Resolution : 

The committee recommend that this National Encampment most heartily 
endorse in every respect our auxiliary organization, the Woman's Relief Corps. 
The aid and assistance rendered by this noble body of women to our comrades 
and their families when sick or needy, can never be forgotten, and your com- 
mittee feel that this Encampment cannot find words too strong to sufficiently 
express its entire appreciation and approval of the good work done by the 
Woman's Relief Corps since its organization. 

The dark shadow falls over the Encampment when, in hushed 
silence, reference is made to the death of Past Commander-in-Chief 
John A. Logan, which has occurred since the last session of this body. 
Appropriate resolutions are unanimously adopted, as follows: 

The National Encampment of the Grand Army of the Republic, assembled 
in its twenty-first annual session, at St. Louis, Missouri, recalling the fact that 
since its last meeting more than three thousand of the comrades of the Order 
have paid the last debt of nature, and among them their always beloved comrade 
and former leader and Commander-in-Chief, Major-General John A. Logan, and 
desiring in special manner to record their high esteem of his skill and valor as 
a soldier, of his abilities and faithful services as a statesman, of the purity 



HISTORY OF THE GKAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 529 

and beauty of his private and home life, of the signal services he rendered his 
comrades while Commander-in-Chief of the Grand Army of the Republic, and of 
the unfaltering and vehement patriotism which was a chief element of his char- 
acter, therefore 

Resolves and Declares : That in common with his fellow-citizens in general, 
the members of the Grand Army of the Republic deplore his death as a public 
calamity. ^ 

That among the millions who from private life entered the military service of 
the Union and were spared until peace came with victory, he was rightfully 
accorded the high distinction of being " The Chief of the Volunteers." 

That as a statesman he was sagacious, painstaking, clear in his comprehension 
of the needs of his country, vehement in defending and promoting her interests 




JOSHUA T. OWEN. 
{Senior Vice-Connnamier-in- Chief, 1870.) 

and her honor, and the relentless foe of waste and corruption, whether public or 
private. We especially remember that it was his pride and pleasure to give his 
best services to forwarding in the National Congress the just demands of his 
soldier comrades. 

That the Grand Army of the Republic is indebted to his administration of its 
affairs for the establishment, in everlasting memory of its sacred dead, of that 
new feast which we call " Memorial Day ;" that it is also indebted to him for 
those measures and incentives which prevented the threatened entrance into our 
Order of political purpose and propagandism, and against all temptation has 
maintained its freedom from them to the present hour. 

That to his widow, Mrs. Mary S. Logan, whose devotion to the interests of the 
Grand Army of the Republic is well known and here acknowledged, are extended 
our most sincere sympathies in her bereavement. 



530 HISTORY OF THE GKAND AKMY OP^ THE REPUBLIC. 

That a page in the Journal of this encampment be set apart for an engraved 
portrait of Comrade Logan, to be executed under the direction of the present 
commander-in-chief and adjutant-general, at the cost of the National Encamp- 
ment, and that a copy of such Journal, specially bound, be presented to Mrs. 
Logan. 

In reference to the project for a monument to General Logan, the 
committee presented a report from which we make this extract: 

We therefore, believing every comrade in the United States will wish to join 
in this work, recommend that the Grand Army, through its several Departments 
and Posts, be earnestly requested to at once raise the small sum of ten cents from 
each of its members for said object, and that a permanent committee of five be 
appointed by this body, with power to fill vacancies, whose duty it shall be to 
co-operate with the committee of five appointed by said Society of the Army ol 
the Tennessee, to carry on and complete the work of erecting the statue in 
Washington. We recommend that all suras so collected shall be transmitted 
through Department and National Headquarters to said committee, with a roster 
of all the names of comrades who shall contribute to said fund, that the latter 
may be preserved in the archives of the society having in charge this noble work. 

Should any department, comrade or other person desire to contribute a larger 
sum than the amount herein specified, we recommend that such contribution be 
received. 

AVe suggest that the permanent committee so appointed be required to report 
its work to the National Encampment annually. 

A further expression of respect for the departed general is contained 
in one clause in the report of the Committee on Pensions, recom- 
mending, among several objects of continued effort, to secure " the 
same pension for the widow of the representative volunteer soldier of 
the Union Army, John A. Logan, as is paid to the widows of those 
typical regulars, Thomas, the ' Rock of Chickamauga,' and Hancock, 
always ' The Superb.' " 

The commander-in-chief announces that Mr. Joseph Drexel, owner 
of the now historic cottage at Mt. McGregor, has signified his intention 
of conveying the property to the Grand Army to be kept as a per- 
petual memorial of General Grant. 

The Pension Committee's report speaks for itself It is a record of 
valiant effort, but of meager success and abundant failure. But the 
calm spirit of the veteran is shadowed forth in the words of the com- 
mander-in-chief when in his annual address he dwells upon the 
subject, and sums up the platform of the Grand Army in these words : 

We have been for years of one mind in considering it but simple justice that 
the United States should at least grant a pension of not less than $12.00 per 



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month to all persons who served three months or more in the military or naval 
service of the United States during the war of the rebellion, and who have been 
honorably discharged therefrom, and who are now, or who may hereafter be, 
suffering from mental or physical disability, not the result of their own vicious 
habits, which incapacitates them for the performance of manual labor. 

Our path in this direction has been straight. We have diverged neither to 
the right nor to the left. We have seen before us our needy, disabled comrades, 
and shoulder to shoulder we have marched in the way where relief for them 
could be won. We will not desist now. We will not be persuaded to desert 
them. Because they are in sorrow and distress they are a thousand times more 
than ever our comrades. Because they need help, we will draw closer and closer 
to them. They shall not be the inmates of the common pauper house, nor shall 
their widows or their orphan children, if we can prevent it. 

We will continue to ask for aid until there is no wail of sorrow heard from 
the destitute and disabled veterans or their families. 

The delegates further express their endorsement of the committee in 
thp following : 

Hesolved : That the zeal and wisdom displayed by the members of the 
National Pension Committee entitle them to our warm thanks and praise. 
Though they have encountered in their years of service, difficulties and obstacles 
of no common order, they have increased, rather than diminished, their earnest- 
ness in behalf of their comrades. No men could have labored more diligently 
and wisely than they have or secured more success, and they are entitled to the 
gratitude of every veteran and friend of the veteran. 

Notwithstanding the fact that recent events have been so calculated 
to cause irritation and resentment, the tone of this session is marked 
by courtesy in words and forbearance in action. Shadowed, perhaps, 
with graver thought than ever before, its impetuous impulses develop- 
ing into more deliberate purposes, its youthful ardor deepening into 
manly earnestness, as indeed must be ; for the chestnut curls once 
pressed down by the soldier-cap now show the silver strands, and the 
name " veteran " is growing every year a more appropriate appellation. 

Recalling the picture of this vast assembly, we like best to linger in 
memory at that point in the moving scene when every eye is fixed on 
the face of the commander-in-chief as he pronounces his address. 
With them we listen to the patriotic and masterly sentences in which 
the dignity of the orator and the charm of the converser are so happily 
blended ; and we shall ever recall General Fairchild's closing words : 

I heartily congratulate all who have the pleasure to attend this great reunion 
of old comrades whose friendship was welded in the hot flame of battle, in the 
camp, on the march, and cemented by the love which all bore and still maintain 



534 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

for the Union. In Fraternity, Charity and Loyalty we stand, proud of the fact 
that there is not now, nor has there ever been, any bitter feeling of hate for those 
of our fellow-citizens who, once in arms against us, but now being loyal, have 
long ago taken their old-time places in our hearts, never, we devoutly hope, to 
be removed therefrom. We have not now, nor have we at any time since the 
war closed, had any disposition to open again the bloody chasm which once 
unhappily divided this people. We not only will not ourselves re-open that 
dreadful abyss, but we will, with the loyal people. North and South, protest 
against all attempts which others may make to do so, by holding up, for especial 
honor and distinction, anything that pertains to or in any manner glorifies the 
cause of disunion. 

With the people of the South we only ask to continue the friendly rivalry 
long ago entered upon in the effort to make our beloved land great and pros- 
perous and its people intelligent, happy and virtuous. 

We will rival them in exalting all that pertains to and honors this great 
Union and in condemning everything that tends to foster a hostile sentiment 
thereto. We Avill rival them in earnest endeavors to inculcate in the minds of 
all the citizens of this country, and especially of our children, a heartfelt love 
for the United States of America, to the end that present and coming genera- 
tions shall in every part of the land believe in and " maintain true allegiance 
thereto, based upon a paramount respect for and fidelity to its constitution and 
laws," which will lead them to " discountenance whatever tends to weaken 
loyalty, incites to insurrection, treason or rebellion, or in any manner impairs 
the eflBciency and permanency of our free institutions," and will impel them 
" to encourage the spread of universal liberty, equal rights and justice to all 
men," and to defend these sentiments, which are quoted from the fundamental 
law of our Order, with their lives, if need be ; and to the further end that they 
shall so revere the emblems of the Union that under no circumstances can be 
coupled with them, in the same honorable terms, the symbols of a sentiment 
which is antagonistic to its perpetuity. 

The contemplation of the grand picture of a long ago preserved Union, a 
mighty people prospering as no people on earth ever before prospered, with a 
future far beyond that which opens to any other nation, a. land, comrades, which 
to all its citizens is worth living for, and a country and government worth dying 
for, constitutes the greatest reward of those who have suffered and bled and 
striven that such a spectacle might be possible. 

No idle creation of a poetical imagination this; no mere flight of 
oratory ; but the solemn truth that none can utter so understandingly 
as those who have demonstrated its reality. No transient suffering — 
happily long past ; no single stroke of daring — recounted with glow- 
ing pride ; no hair-breadth fortunate escape — recalled with self-gratula- 
tions ; none of these nor all of these have been this hero's only tutors; 
but a quarter of a century of daily, hourly deprivation has been his 
stern disciplinarian. What is it, we ponder, to face the sacrifice of a 



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535 



lifetime? It is to feel one's whole nature rising in defiant protest; to 
be overwhelmed with bitter despair ; to lie crushed, and to long for 
death ! Or else, it is to nerve one's self for a brave struggle ; to match 
the ordeal with a cheerful fortitude; and out of the deepest abyss of 
helplessness to climb, hour by hour, to the loftiest heights of self- 
mastery, to learn at last that the royal way of the cross leads to the 
kingdom. May the recompense ever be full and rich ! The rewards 
that follow earnest striving, the sweet compensations of a peculiarly 
tender affection, the soul-culture developed through suffering, the 
spirit's victories that crown pa- 
tience — all these lie hidden within 
the folds of that empty sleeve. 

For a moment more we behold 
the commander-in-chief facing 
this veteran audience. The firm 
lips have just closed over the last 
syllable of his address. The hair 
above the forehead is touched with 
frost, but no wintry gloom shadows 
the illumined face. And yet, there 
is more pathos in the smile of one 
who has conquered, than in the 
downcast look of the weakling! 
Ashe Stan ds there, the type of those 

whose living sacrifice has paid a nation's ransom, from many a loyal 
heart arises the incense of prayer ; and in the silence we seem to hear 
echoing down the centuries the benediction of the priests of Aaron : 

The Lord bless thee, and keep thee : 

The Lord make His face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee: 

The Lord lift up His countenance upon thee, and give thee peace I 

The scene changes. A few hours later we see the representative 
members of the Encampment, nearly six hundred in number, assem- 
bled as the guests of the citizens of St. Louis at a grand banquet 
where the good cheer is not confined to " creature comforts/' but is 
largely contributed by eloquent speeches and the hearty exchange 
of compliments and good wishes. Thus ends the programme of 
entertainment of the Twenty-first Annual Session. Ends, but does 
not cease to exist ; for the Grand Army will ever cherish the memory 
of tlie magnificent reception accorded them by this prosperous and 
enterprising city. 

Many of the veterans before departing for their distant homes pay 




Sl'OTTSYLVANIA COURT HOUSE. 



536 HISTORY OP THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

a visit to the tomb of Lincoln, at Springfield, 111. No wonder that their 
thoughts dwell with peculiar interest on the man whose solemn assur- 
ance of care for the soldier and the soldier's widow and orphan has 
recently been so contemptuously ignored by prominent officials. Once 
the heart of Lincoln set the rhythm, and the heart of a continent beat 
in unison as patriots all over the land shouted "We are coming 
Father Abraham, three hundred thousand strong ! " And, though in 
the noise of petty strifes that perfect stroke may seem at times to be 
lost, we need only to pause and listen to discover that the pulse of 
loyalty still throbs in the veins of patriotic America. As the veteran 
soldiers leave this silent sepulchre and return to the line of march, it 
is with renewed hope and faith that they unfurl the banner bearing 
the device : " Fraternity, Charity and Loyalty." 

Major John P. Rea, already an experienced official of the Grand 
Army in lesser fields, is the newly-elected Commander-in-Chief of the 
National Encampment. Like his distinguished predecessor, he too 
devotes time and strength to the constant visiting of departments, and 
the personal investigation of every line of work carried on within the 
Grand Army's field. 

Again we see the Committee on Pensions taking up the cause of 
disabled comrades. Again we see them thwarted by delays and 
technicalities, their chief aims defeated, and their years of effort 
rewarded during this period with the passage of a few minor measures 
only. To the credit of manliness be it said that the bill authorizing 
a special pension for Mrs. Logan is promptly passed. Also, the bill 
granting arrears of pensions to the widows of veterans. But all measures 
looking to the comfort and respectability of needy veterans themselves 
meet persistent opposition from the Chairman of the House Committee 
on Invalid Pensions. This one man, accidentally invested with power, 
improves this transient opportunity to make his own prejudices the 
well-spring of his official acts. With even less encouraging results to 
report than last year crowned their efforts, the Committee on Pensions 
await the re-assembling of the National Encampment. 

At the National Headquarters, and wherever staff-officers and com' 

mittees have been located, active work has been going on, the results 

of which appear in the reports made at the Annual Session. 

1888. Swiftly the days pass; not all unshadowed, for on August 
6, 1888, General Sheridan departs this life, after weary weeks 
of suffering, and the Grand Army mourns its brilliant cavalry 
chieftain. 

The flags that have been tied with black are again unfurled to the 
breeze when the second week in September 1888 arrives. Columbus, 



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Ohio, is the city favored this year with the spectacle of a patriotic 
reunion, on a grander scale than has been presented at any time since 
the Grand Review in 1865. The parade on the lltli of September is 
five hours in passing a given point. The veterans of Ohio regiments 
carry their old flags, each of which has a glorious train of associations. 
The naval veterans are conspicuously honored in this parade by the 
splendid models of war-vessels, which are mounted on wheels and 
drawn by engines, and from which, at intervals, bombs are thrown to 
the height of three or four hundred feet. The commander-in-chief, as 




JOHN P. REA. 
{Commander-in-Chief, 1888.) 



he reviews the parade, is surrounded by a distinguished group — General 
Sherman, Ex-President Hayes and five Governors of States, all vet- 
erans of the civil war. 

September 12th witnesses the formal opening of the Twenty-second 
Session of the National Encampment. The commander-in-chief ad- 
dresses the assembly, and concisely sums up the results of the year's 
work. Evidently he voices the sentiments of all present when he 
says, referring to pensions : 

Let our action be of a manly, dignified character, worthy the men and the 
cause we represent, and justly exemplifying that comradeship which is the lie 
that binds us together. No measure receiving the endorsement of this Encamp- 
ment, followed by the earnest, hearty support of our entire membership, will faii 
to receive favorable consideration from the National Congress. Through tbia 
body, and this alone, our Order must speak, or speak in discordant tones. 



538 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

It is not to be expected that all will agree upon any measure proposed, but 
when, after discussion and deliberation, the majority have decided on a measure, 
all should yield and give it their support. It is only by so doing that the 
Grand Army of the Republic can wield the influence in aid of needy comrades 
that the nation is ready to accord it, but which it has not exerted in the past. 

The commander-in-chief refers to the Sons of Veterans. After 
several 3'ears of uncertain trend and more or less unsettled organiza- 
tion, the impulsive Sons have at last grown discreet enough to merit 
the paternal blessing, which is bestowed upon them in these words: 

It will be but a short period until our ranks are so meagre, and the surviving 
comrades so weighed down with the burden of years, that our organization will 
have ceased to be an active force in the works of loyal love and charity which 
it has ordained. The tender ceremonies of Memorial Day will then be per- 
formed by others or not at all. It seems to me that it would be the part of 
wisdom for us while yet in our vigor to establish such relationship between our 
Order and the Sons of Veterans as to properly recognize that organization. The 
young men composing it feel a just pride in the deeds of their fathers, and 
moved by filial love have settled their diflSculties and are anxious for recogni- 
tion from us. I would recommend the appointment of a committee to report to 
the Twenty-third National Encampment a plan defining and establishing such 
relations with that order as the character of its membership, its aims and objects 
and its natural aflinity to the Grand Army of the Republic, seem to demand. 
I have erery reason to believe that all objectionable features now characterizing 
that order and standing in the way of such recognition will gladly be removed 
upon our request. 

The Committee on Resolutions, later on, act upon the suggestion of 
the chief by reporting the following, which is unanimously adopted: 

Resolved : That the Encampment indorse the objects and purposes of the 
Order of Sons of Veterans, U. S. A., and hereby give to the Order the official 
recognition of the Grand Army of the Republic, and recommend that comrades 
aid and encourage the institution of Camps of the Sons of Veterans, U. S. A. 

Resolved : That with pride and heartfelt pleasure we place on record our 
heartfelt appreciation of the hearty welcome and most generous hospitality 
extended to the Encampment and to the membership of the Grand Army of the 
Republic by the citizens of Columbus, and by State and department officials, 
who have freely opened to us the hospitable homes of their beautiful city and 
allowed us to take entire possession of their city, their capital and their State, 
and whose unceasing eflforts and boundless liberality combine to make this the 
most successful, as it is the most numerously attended, National Encampment 
our Order has yet held. 



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The commander-in-chief, as he nears the close of his address, has 
these encouraging words for the Grand Army and the land which they 
call their own ; 

Wherever I have gone, north or south, east or west, I have received a kindly 
greeting and a cordial welcome, most gratifying, because it came spontaneously 
as an evidence of the high regard of the people of this republic for the 
survivors of the army and navy which conquered treason, cemented the 
Union, and established upon a basis of universal equality the grandest nation 
of the earth. In all sections of the country I have found the comrades of the 
Grand Array of the Republic, in community and in State, occupying the highest 
positions, enjoying the full confidence of their fellow-citizens, and living manly 
lives worthy the earnest they gave of fidelity and loyalty in the terrific conflict 
through which they passed in their youth. 

Comrades, we will soon pass through the dark valley, over the river, and 
pitch our tents within the shadow of the dim unknown, but behind us as a monu- 
ment of achievement will remain the ocean-bound American republic, the only 
true republic the world has ever known, within whose borders there is no peasant, 
no serf, no slave, only men and women living in the consciousness of the true 
nobility of manhood and of womanhood. Across this continent, from the rock- 
bound coast on which beat the waves of the Atlantic, over mountain and valley 
for thirty-five hundred miles, to where the calm Pacific beats on California's 
golden strand, there is to-day a great unbroken level of happy American homes, 
in Avhich live the representatives of all races, of all nationalities, of all civiliza- 
tions ; and all are gathered around the altar of one common country, in the 
brotherhood of universal freedom. Over all the starry banner under which we 
fought, and whose folds we emblazoned with the names of the proudest victories 
humanity ever won, waves as the ensign of that government which is the realized 
hope of the great and good of all the ages. When within our borders hundreds 
of millions shall live the home life of American freemen, and around their 
hearths the story of your deeds shall be told, those teeming millions will still 
have but one flag, one country, one destiny. 

Then follows the report of Adjutant-General Fish, showing a mem- 
bership in good standing of over 350,000, with a net gain of more than 
33,000, and nearly 400 new Posts chartered during the year. It is 
significant of the spread of the order, geographically, that early in this 
year permanent dejDartments have been organized in Idaho and 
Arizona. The quartermaster-general's report shows the same admir- 
ably systematic management that has for years kept the financial 
standing of the Grand Army of the Republic " as good as gold." 

The judge-advocate reports, relative to the Drexel Cottage at Mt- 
McGregor, that the legal steps for transferring the property have been 
brought to a halt by the death of Mr. Drexel. A committee is ap- 



540 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

pointed to take charge of the matter, and see if the original plan can 
still be carried out. 

Closely associated with this reminiscent reference to General Grant 
comes the thought of " Little Phil ; " and we see the veterans, many 
faces showing the trace of recent tears, rising in silent token of approval 
when the committee present the following : 

Whereas, since the meeting of the National Encampment of the Grand Army 
of the Republic, held over a year ago, our comrade, Philip H. Sheridan, the 
General-in-Chief of the Army of the United States, has passed over the river of 
death to the great beyond. 

Resolved: That with sincere sorrow we mourn the loss of one of the brave 
defenders of the nation, one whose brilliant achievements in arms, whose heroic 
courage in the hours of peril, snatching victory from defeat, and whose untiring 
energy has challenged the admiration of the world and has placed his name on 
the pages of history among the foremost of the illustrious soldiers of his own age 
as well as those of the past. 

Resolved : That in the life of our late comrade in arms we recognize that 
type of manhood which characterizes the man born and reared under our free 
institutions, blending the citizen with the soldier, and whose lofty patriotism so 
guided and moulded ambition that it was formidable only to the enemies of his 
country. 

Resolved : That our deep sympathy be extended to his sorrowing family in 
this their hour of grief, and assure them, while we mourn with them the loss of 
the loving husband and tender father, we will ever cherish with pride the 
memory of Philip H. Sheridan. 

One interesting hour during the session is given to receiving the 
committee from the Woman's Relief Corps, also now in session in 
Columbus, who present the following address indicating the now 
thoroughly established character of this organization, and its definite 
relation to the Grand Army of the Republic : 

Commander-in-Chief Bea, and Comrades of the Twenty second National Encamp- 
ment, Grand Armv of the Republic : 

By the appointment of the President of the Sixth National Convention of the 
Woman's Relief Corps, auxiliary to the Grand Army of the Republic, now 
assembled in this city, and at the request of the Commander-in-Chief, John P. 
Rea, we appear upon the floor of this Encampment to return the greetings which 
your committee — Comrade Vanosdol, Department Commander of Indiana; 
Comrade Evans, Past Department Commander of Massachusetts, and Comrade 
Allan, Past Junior Vice-Commander-in-Chief of Virginia — so gracefully extended 
to our national organization. In the performance of this pleasing and agreeable 
duty we come to assure you of our lasting fealty and unswerving allegiance to 
the Grand Army of the Republic. Nor would we fail at this time to express 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC 543 

our approbation of the continuous and cordial recognition which you have given 
our work since its inception. When the National Association was effected at 
Denver, Colorado, in 1883, you gave it noble sanction and blessed it in its birth. 
And each successive year has our national convention been stimulated to increased 
work by inspiring approbation that we have received at your hands. 

Heartily have you signified your gratitude for all our efforts to share in 
assuming the duties and responsibilities that you owe to each other by the ties 
of your sacred fraternity, a fraternity that was born of friendship in the camp, 
in the hospital, on the march, in the battle or in loathsome prison pens. It is 
unnecessary to picture what would have been the condition of the soldiers of the 
republic had treason conquered the armies of loyalty. From what might have 
been, I turn to the more pleasing reality of a nation saved, loyalty victorious, 
treason dethroned and writhing in its own downfall, and the brave defenders of 
our nation assembled in this grand encampment in the capital of the Buckeye 
State, which gave as her offering for loyalty 200,000 of her noblest sons to battle 
for the cause which you here to-day so grandly represent. The Woman's Relief 
Corps, auxiliary to the most exalted and praiseworthy organization of soldiers 
born of woman, comes to you to-day with greetings of honor for you, the chivalry 
of America. 

We bear you greetings for your loyalty to manhood, the pride of woman's heart. 

We come to you with greetings for your devotion to comradeship, sanctified 
by the service, yes, how often by the blood of men who w'ere our fathers, hus- 
bands, lovers, sons or brothers. We come to you bearing the individual and 
united greetings of 63,000 of America's patriotic daughters, who to-day stand in 
one solid phalanx to aid you in all measures designed to advance Grand Army 
interests. We bring special greetings to your commander-in-chief in recognition 
of the loyal and soldierly sympathy which he, throughout his administration, 
has manifested toward the Woman's Relief Corps of the nation. And especially 
does our honored National President, Mrs. Emma S. Hampton, through the 
committee, acknowledge profoundest gratitude for his faithful co-operation and 
eminently wise counsels in the consideration, and assisting in the adjustment, of 
complicated questions and issues, which have been so successfully met during 
the year now closing. We hail with eagerness and solemnity the annual return 
of our memorial day duties, the performance of which is peculiarly and sacredly 
in accord with woman's heart. 

It has been, and will be more extensively, throughout the several departments, 
the special concern of the Woman's Relief Corps to provide the joys of Christmas 
tide for the children of our veterans who are the wards of state or county homes. 
We are zealously in favor of, and will persistently and continuously work in 
every way that is womanly for the pensioning of those women who were war 
army nurses and diet kitchen managers. 

Again we reaflBrm our professions and piedges to you who rank as the noblest 
soldiers' organization on the earth, realizing that the mission of our order will 
enlarge and the demands for our work become more imperative as the veterans 
of the war advance towards decrepitude. 



544 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

And, finally, we declare ourselves enlisted in this cause of holy charity so 
long as a veteran of the Union Army or his widow or his orphan shall need the 
helping hand of woman. 

The training of the j'oung in the principles and sentiments of loyalty 
to the Union has long been one of the enthusiastic aims of the Grand 
Army. And now the obverse of this question is presented when, 
during the session, attention is called to the disloyal character of 
certain text-books on United States History, which are now in use in 
schools in the late rebel states, and which plainly glorify the treason- 
able doctrine of State Sovereignty and the cause of Secession. The 
case is not one for any formal action on the part of the Encampment; 
but it is mentioned as a fact worthy of the thoughtful consideration 
of every individual patriot in the land. 

And yet, perhaps it is not a matter for deep anxiety. There was 
a time when the doctrine of State Sovereignty was a subject for digni- 
fied debate in which was developed the most brilliant and effective 
oratory of the United States Senate. But fifty years or more of expli- 
cation, with some sharp experimental tests in the laboratory of action, 
have convinced the great mass of American citizens that the mask of 
State Sovereignty covered the face of a project for the extension of 
slavery. This being a dead issue, and one that under no conceivable 
circumstances can be revived, there hardly seems to be left any motive 
for the States' Right doctrine, which existed primarily, if not altogether, 
for that ulterior purpose. People who were always Federalists are 
stronger than ever in the faith to-day ; and a large proportion of the 
former advocates of State Sovereignty have been converted to the 
belief that the Federal Union is not only the correct interpretation of 
the constitution, but also that it is, in itself, the best governmental policy 
that could be devised. Some have frankly and cordially avowed this. 
Some have reluctantly though honestly yielded the point. But it is too 
much to expect that this change of faith should be at once universal. 
Every march of progress leaves some stragglers in the train. There 
are persons still living who cherish the identical prejudices that they 
were born with; others, of the younger generation, who aff"ect to pride 
themselves on being "arrant little rebels." As to the latter, they will 
probably outgrow this nonsense ; as to the former, they are political 
fossils who can do no permanent harm, even though they do try to 
turn United States History into a political eulogy of Mr. Jefferson 
Davis. The teachers of youth are too many in this thinking age for 
any one to become dangerously influential, and especially one that 
attempts to proclaim an obsolete idea. When the goose-bone and 
the o-round-hog become formidable to the United States Signal Service, 



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perhaps the feeble echoes of the " lost cause " ma}'^ disturb the har- 
monies of the Federal Union. 

But while we are musing the legislation of the session has been 
going on ; and when we again give alert attention to the scene before 
us we see the delegates unanimously voting the appropriation of $500 
for the relief of yellow fever sufferers at Jacksonville, Florida. Ah, 
we are sure that we need not be anxious about the '' influence " of the 
rebellious fossil so long as the great-hearted Grand Army exists, to 
show, in every sharp emergency, the fraternity and charity that helps 
to mitigate disaster and to ward off death. " Overcome evil with 
good " is a glorious rule of conduct. What more is needed to silence 
a bitter enemy than the fact that his life and the lives of those dearest 
to him, it may be, are saved by the prompt and generous service 
rendered by the once hated " blue-coats?" It will be hard hereafter for 
him to tell his children that the Union soldier is their implacable foe ; 
harder yet to make the children believe it. 

Before the canvas rolls out of sight, we spend some time studying 
the picture of the camps that are conveniently located near the scene 
of the session, and where thousands of veterans have chosen to " lodge 
on the cold ground." Here, in the midst of much jolly comfort, they 
try to imagine themselves once more enduring the hardships of a 
soldier's life — eating from tin plates and cups the soup and chowder 
cooked in camp cauldrons, and drinking from canteens. Well, per- 
haps it is not really quite this; but roast-beef and Apollinaris may 
easily be transmuted into old-time camp fare by the power of a vivid 
imagination. But a silver fork is, after all, a more agreeable thing to 
eat with than a whittled stick ; and since patriotism demands no spe- 
cial sacrifices of this nature just now, no doubt the most heroic veteran 
would echo Mrs. Boffin's impulsive exhortation : 

" Lor' I let's be comfortable !" 

And who should be, if not they ? Looking about we see some who, 
during a three years' term of enlistment, were under " raining fire " a 
score of times, in skirmish and on perilous picket duty unremittingly, 
the active dangers alternating with the fatigues of long marches and 
the harsh discomforts of a hastily pitched camp. We reflect that " hard 
tack " was often the only luxury on the soldier's bill of fare. We 
recollect one dear old lady who, in war time, when potatoes were es- 
pecially scarce and dear, never put a morsel into her mouth without a 
qualm of tender conscience and a plaintive " wish that the poor sol- 
diers had some." AVe are glad to see the steaming platters borne to 
their tents to-day ! Here is a group who were once associated within 
the gloomy walls of southern prisons, haunted by squalor and starva- 



546 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

tion. Some of them had the experience of repeated escape and re- 
capture. Here and there is one who, in the effort to get back to the lines, 
braved the horrors of lonely swamps, keeping life in his emaciated 
body by browsing upon such vegetation as the desolate place afforded. 
We cannot keep silence as we gaze on the picture of this reunion. 
Ho, Mr. Commissary if in your mammoth hampers there is a pud- 
ding that is especially well-stuffed with plums, send it this way ! If 
anything would inspire one to master the art of cookery, it is the am- 
bition to prepare the best and the daintiest food for a famished soldier. 
Let them feast, in tent or banquet hall, while in the sunny atmosphere 
the starry flag floats over a land of peace and plenty ! 

But the Grand Army cannot long remain on this pleasant camping- 
ground. Many duties await their energetic performance; there are 
still foes to meet and conquer. The tents are struck; instead of 
restful slumber, once more the bivouac ! 

Marching forward as ever before, "going on from strength to 
strength," the natural order of prosperous progress, so moves the 
veteran army, led by the earnest and enthusiastic Commander-in-Chief, 
"William Warner. 

During the year which now unfolds, the Mt, McGregor Memorial 
Association is organized by act of legislature in New York, and deeds 
for the Drexel Cottage are executed by the heirs of the late owner. 

More than a quarter of a million dollars finds its way into the 
records of the year's charities, as usual but a partial report of the 
amount thus expended. 

The 30th of May witnesses a general observance of Memorial Day, 

with its gentle memories of the dead and its eloquent suggestions of 

duty to those who still survive. More than four thousand 

1889. comrades have been laid in their graves since this time last 

year, and thus brigade after brigade is mustered out of the 

army of Time. This thought reminds us of the untiring efforts of 

the Committee on Pensions, who this year are unable to make any 

a; finite advance. The measures suggested last year are still urged 

upon the consideration of Congress, but without results as yet. 

On August 27, 1889, the Grand Army cohorts assemble in Mil- 
waukee and inaugurate the Twenty-third Annual Session of the 
National Encampment by a grand parade of veterans, accompanied 
by a large representation from the Order of the Sons of Veterans. 
Commander-in-Chief Warner, accompanied by his staff, rides at the 
head of the column, and afterwards reviews the parade. 

On August 28th, we witness the convening of the delegates to the 
^Twenty-third Session. The commander-in-chief gives a spirited and 



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whole-hearted address from which we note the following eloquent 
passages. Referring to the present membership of the Grand Army- 
he says : 

The Grand Army of the Republic is the grandest civic organization the world 
has ever seen — its list of membership is the nation's roll of honor, containing the 
most illustrious names in history, the names of the brave men who, in the darkest 
days of the rebellion, followed the Stars and Stripes as the emblem, not of a 
confederacy of states bound together by ropes of sand, but as the emblem of an 
indissoluble Union of indestructible states. 

They followed that flag, whether in sunshine or in storm, victory or defeat, 
with more confidence and greater reverence than did the children of Israel the 
pillar of cloud by day and of fire by night. The men who compose this organi- 
zation are they who, when others faltered, laid " their lives, their fortunes and 
their sacred honors " upon the altar of liberty and Union, that " a government 
of the people, by the people " should not perish from the earth. 

As the war recedes the men who shared together the privations of the frozen 
camp, the hardships of the forced march, the dangers of the battlefield, the 
suflferings of the field hospital and the untold agonies of the prison pen, long for 
the touch of a comrade's elbow as of old, and seek the Post room, where the 
partisan and sectarian are not heard. The teachings of the Grand Army of the 
Republic are so conservative, its practices so patriotic, its comradeship so uni- 
versal, that all honorably discharged Union soldiers and sailors of '61 and '65, 
who have done nothing in civil life to cast a stain upon their honorable record 
in liberty's cause, feel that they are at home when in the Post room, in the house 
of their friends. 

It is there that the general and the private, the merchant prince and the 
clerk, the millionaire and the laborer, sit side by side as comrades, bound each 
to the other by ties the tenderest yet the most enduring of any in this world, 
outside of the family circle. 

" There are bonds of all sorts in this world of ours, 
Fetters of friendship and ties of flowers. 

And true lovers' knots, I ween ; 
The boy and the girl are bound by a kiss. 
But there is never a bond, old friend, like this — 

We have drauk from the same canteen." 

The membership of the Grand Army of the Republic constitutes the great 
conservative element of the nation, the champions of civil and religious liberty, 
recognizing the dignity of labor, but having no sympathy with anarchy or com- 
munism, recognizing no flag but the Stars and Stripes, believing that loyalty is 
a virtue and that treason is a crime. It was this spirit of loyalty, love of liberty, 
reverence for the Constitution and an inborn respect for the law that made the 
volunteer soldier and sailor of '61 and '65 the thinking machine — the model 
soldier and sailor of all time ; of these to-day there are enrolled under the banner 



548 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

of Fraternity, Charity and Loyalty 410,686, These conn*ades are found in 
6,711 Posts in 42 Departments. We have carried our banner into every State 
and Territory. On the 9th of this month we scaled the walls of Fort Sumter, 
there organized a Grand Army Post and installed the officers on the ramparts 
of that historic fort, erecting our standard, " with malice towards none and 
charity for all," on the spot where the Stars and Stripes went down in '61. 
The growth of our organization has been steady and healthy. Strong as it is, 
it has never been, and I trust never will be, used for partisan purposes or to 
gratify the personal ambitions of any man or set of men. 

In 1879 our membership in good standing was but 35,961 ; to-day it is 
382,598 — a net gain in a single decade of 324,020. Great as is the member- 
ship of the Grand Army of the Republic, it has not yet reached its maximum 
either as to numbers or influence. I am persuaded that the spirit of comrade- 
ship never permeated our ranks more than now. The comrades are in line, 
touching elbows from the Atlantic to the Pacific, from the cypress to the pines, 
the worthy successors of the grandest army that ever marched to battle. The 
enlarged Catholicism of our organization is such that there is and can be but 
one Grand Army of the Republic. It had its birth amid shot and shell, was 
baptized in patriot's blood and has grown with the years in the sunshine 
of peace. 

Whatever of success has attended my administration is due to the cheerful 
acquiescence of the comrades in all orders. 

It has been my good fortune to visit many of the departments; wherever I 
have gone a welcome warm and generous awaited me. I have been made to 
realize the truth of the words of the world's greatest poet : 

" The friends thou hast and their adoption tried, 
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel." 

If it has been my good fortune to retain the confidence and € ^em of the 
comrades I am rich indeed, although a bankrupt in my ability to pay in kind 
a tithe of the generous hospitality that has ever been showered upon me by them. 

The following patriotic suggestion of the commander-in-chief receives 
the hearty endorsement of the Encampment: 

I commend to each department the patriotic practice of the Posts in the 
Department of New York of presenting on the 22d of February, the birthday 
of the Father of his Country, the American flag to such public schools as are 
not yet in possession of one. Let the children receive the Stars and Stripes 
from the men who placed their bodies as a living wall between it and those who 
would tear it down. The future citizens of the Republic are being educated in 
the public schools — the flag of their country should ever be before them as an 
object lesson. From its stars and stripes let them learn the story of liberty as 
exemplified in the lives of Washington, Lincoln, Grant, and the patriotic sons 
of the Republic who, by their valor, suflfering and death, rendered the imperish- 
able fame of this illustrious trio possible. Let them learn to look upor the 



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American flag, " by angels' hands to valor given," with as much reverence as 
did the Israelites look upon the ark of the covenant. Let the eight millions of 
boys and girls in our elementary schools be thus imbued with a reverence for 
the flag and all it represents. Then the future of the Republic is assured and 
that flag shall forever Avave 

" O'er the land of the free 
And the home of the brave." 

Also, this expression of welcome to the Sons of Veterans is unani- 
mously approved : 

In accordance with the instructions of the last National Encampment a com- 
mittee was appointed to report to this body " a plan defining and establishing 
our relations with the Sous of Veterans." 
Without anticipating the recommendations of 
the committee, I earnestly hope that this 
Encampment will take such action as shall 
draw the young men, if possible, closer to us. 
They are our sons, our cause is their cause ; 
they are justly proud of the record of their 
fathers ; being young and knowing their 
strength they feel that they should be assigned 
a place in the line to help us fight our battles. 
They have read the story of liberty, they sing 
the songs we sang, and aglow with the fires of 
patriotism they stand ready to march to our 
assistance. They do not come as conscripts, 
but as volunteers. They constitute the great 
reserve of the Grand Army of the Republic. 
I say let us have the boys with us. They are 
" bone of our bone, flesh of our flesh ;" in them 
we see the counterpart of the boys who did the 
fighting for home, country and liberty from 
Fort Sumter to Appomattox ; in their veins 
courses the blood of patriots. Hail their com- 
ing, welcome them with open arms. badge of the army op the 

CUMBERLAND. 

Referring to the question of pension 
legislation, the commander-in-chief urges the importance of unity of 
action on the part of the Grand Army Posts, and in closing utters 
these telling words : « 

The service pension will come. The day is not far distant Avhen an honorable 
discharge from the Union Army or Navy shall be all the evidence required to 
secure a pension to its holder. 




650 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

" Aid its dawning, tongue and pen, 
Aid it hopes of honest men." 

" A pension given as a reward for services to the State is surely as good a 
ground of property as any security for money advanced to the State," said the 
great English statesman Burke. 

Let the bond holders of the country remember that the men who rendered 
their securities valuable — the men who have ever insisted that they be paid to 
the uttermost farthing, principal and interest, of the money advanced by them 
to the State — let them remember that these men have claims upon the State, 
equal at least to that of the bond holder. Let those who inveigh against pen- 
sions remember that it was the boys in blue Avho, by their trials, sufferings and 
death, bequeathed to them the legacy of Liberty and Union, insuring to them 
and their children the blessings of free institutions under which they enjoy a 
greater prosperity, a larger liberty, a higher civilization and a purer Christianity 
than was ever before enjoyed by a people. Let the people remember that to 
preserve to them these blessings, 

" Four hundred thousand of the brave 
Made this, our ransomed soil, their grave." 

We, the survivors of these men, we who gave the best years of our lives to 
our country, will present our claims to Congress, and in doing so will not ap- 
proach those in authority " with bated breath and whispering humbleness," but 
as free men we will demand, asking only that which is just. We would rather 
have the Nation help our comrades living than erect monuments to them dead. 
"My countrymen," said an illustrious comrade, "this is no time to use the 
apothecary's scales to measure the rewards of the men who saved the country." 
The spirit of these noble words should govern the legislative and executive 
branches of the government, that the performance of the Nation may be equal 
to her promise. Comrades, the Roman youth gloried in singing how well 
'' Horatius kept the bridge in the brave days of old." So through the ages 
shall the children of the Republic sing of how well you maintained the Consti- 
tution, preserved the Union of the States established by our fathers, kept the 
flag unsullied, giving to " the Nation a new birth of freedom." 

Your deeds shall go down in song and story which shall be sung and told by 
a grateful people to the glad coming time, 

" When the war drum throbs no longer, 
And the battle flags are furled. 
In the parliament of man. 
The federation of the world." 

Throughout the address every ear is attentive, every heart beats 
responsively. It is as though the cumulative force of all these years of 
eloquent exhortation is thrilling the speaker; and the magnetic 
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551 



The commander-in-chief generously gives credit to his staff-officers, 
who, notwithstanding the constantly increasing weight of care and 
responsibility attached to the several offices, have met the duties with 
business-like energy and accuracy. The quartermaster-general's report 
shows the assets still growing, and the Grant Memorial Fund over 
$10,000. 

When the legislation of the Session is at an end, the officers for the 
coming year are elected. We are especially interested to learn who 
is to lead the Army on its march toward the Twenty-fourth Annual 
Session in 1890. The mantle of chieftain- 
ship falls on the shoulders of General Russell 
A. Alger. As he gathers his staff about him 
to be installed in office, we see that all are 
new encumbents except one, the veteran 
" watch-dog of the treasury," Quartermaster- 
General John Taylor. Every one applauds 
his reappointment. While Captain Taylor 
holds the key in his hand, and the combina- 
tion in his head, the safe of the Grand Army 
is secure. 

The closing pageantry of this year's cele- 
bration takes the form of a naval battle on 
Lake Michigan, on the evening of August 
29th; a scene which gives, to the immense 
concourse of people assembled to witness it, all badge of the army or the 
the realistic impressions of the actual battle potomac. 

except the thrilling sense of present danger. 

Another year glides swiftly by and again we see the veteran host 

encamped — this time upon the shores of Massachusetts Bay, in the 

grand old city of Boston. The monument on Bunker Hill 

1890 casts its shadow upon the modern heroes as they pass; not 
far away is the historic field of Lexington, where the life- 
blood of the American Patriot first watered the soil; weather-beaten 
old Fanueil Hall remains to call to mind the ringing words of Phillips, 
Garrison, and the host of bold reformers who first proclaimed the 
doctrine of "abolition," and called into life, by grim necessity, that 
mighty army now represented by these visiting "boys in blue." 

Former Encampments have been enthusiastic and eventful, but this 
is to surpass them all. The veterans are here^ — not in straggling com- 
panies or in details — but in force. Forty thousand men, representing 
the grand brotherhood of four hundred thousand comrades, are 
marshalled by their Commander-in-Chief, General Alger, and march 




552 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

through the crowded streets, from spacious Commonwealth Avenue to 
Boylston Square, through cramped, crooked and busy Washington 
Street, and past the stand at Copley Square, where President Harrison 
reviews the column. 

Rich and profuse were the decorations. Triumphal arches spanned 
the streets. Music Hall and Tremont Temple were fittingly decked 
with flowers and banners. The evening was devoted to numerous re- 
unions and general good-fellowship; and at Mechanics' Institute Hall 
a grand reception and camp-fire was held. Merriment and jollifica- 
tion on every hand; the whole town and all its visitors spent the night 
in shaking hands with each other. 

The regular business session of the Twenty-Fourth Annual Encamp- 
ment opened at Music Hall, on the morning of August 13th, 1S90. 
Commander-in-Chief Alger delivered a most eloquent address, from 
which we quote a few i^aragraphs: 

Comrades: Fortunately for us, we are permitted to gather in this historic 
city, justly named the "Cradle of Liberty," to celebrate the twenty-fifth anni- 
versary of the surrender of the armed forces against this government, to the 
Union army. We also celebrate the twenty-fifth anniversary of the actual 
freedom of all races within our borders. Near here was " fired the shot heard 
'round the world," and were fought the first battles of the Revolution. How 
many brave men in later days have been inspired to perform heroic deeds by 
the example of those patriots, who first declared this land should be free, and 
have tried to emulate the example of those men, the scores of fields that have 
tested the courage of these generations, w^iose repi'eseutatives are gathered liere 
to-day, will answer. To name one or a dozen of them without including all, 
would be the same act of injustice as would the recording of the deeds of a single 
man, omitting others. It is sufficient for us to know that when called, men 
were found for every place. 

While we lament the loss of nearly all of our old commanders, it is a source 
of great consolation and pleasure to know that one of those great leaders of men 
is still spared to us, and is in our midst to-day. Upon him this nation is pour- 
ing its wealth of love and gratitude. Let us hope and pray that he may long 
be permitted to remain here, our Leader, our Commander, our Idol and our 
Comrade. God bless you. General Sherman ! Our love for you is be- 
yond words. 



pensions. 

The subject of pensions has been, as all are aware, the all-absorbing one of 
the year. During the early days of the present Congress it became evident to 
the pension committee, whose report will be before you, that the "service bill," 
so much desired, could not be enacted into a law; many members of both 




GENERAL WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMAN 
'From a Recent Photograph by Sutekunst." 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 553 

branches of Congress declaring they could not vote for an amount that, taken 
with the regular expenditures of the government, would exceed its revenues. 
I am aware that many are disappointed, but the committee has been powerless 
to accomplish more than has already been done. It is now believed that the 
expenditures in pensions, under existing laws, Avill exceed one hundred and fifty 
million dollars annually. More than three hundred thousand applications have 
been made to the Commissioner of Pensions under the new disability law, and 
he informs me that applications are coming in at the rate of about ten thousand 
per day. Large as this sum is, it is a great gratification to know that it is dis- 
tributed among our own people. Four times a year this money goes to all parts 
of the country. There is not a community which does not feel its influence 
and to which it is not a help. It pays the necessary bills to the merchant and 
the farmer, who in turn are able to pay their debts, and so on. While these are 
not reasons for paying pensions, they are a source of consolation to the people 
who bear the burden. 

Since the war the nation has doubled in population, and more than quad- 
rupled in wealth. Its prosperity is known to no other land, and I am sure its 
people are gladly contributing to the support of those who at every sacrifice 
made it possible for it to be what it is. 

Much misapiirehension exists, I think, concerning the disability bill hereto- 
fore referred to, passed under date of June 27, 1890. Let me quote from sec- 
tion 2: "All persons who served ninety days or more in the military or naval 
service of the United States during the late war of the rebellion, and who have 
been honorably discharged therefrom, and who are now or who may hereafter 
be suffering from a mental or physical disability, of a permanent character, not 
the result of their own vicious habits, which incapacitates them from the per- 
formance of manual labor in such a degree as to render them unable to earn a 
support, shall, upon making due proof of the fact, according to such rules and 
regulations as the Secretary of the Interior may provide, be placed upon the 
list of invalid pensioners of the United States, and be entitled to receive a pen- 
sion not exceeding twelve dollars per month, and not less than six dollars per 
month, proportioned to the degree of inability to earn support." 

Under the official rules and regulations attached to the bill are the following: 
" This law requires in a soldier's case, 

" 1. An HONORABLE DISCHARGE. 

" 2. That he served at least ninety days. 

"3. A PERMANENT physical or mental inability to earn support, but not due 
to vicious habits. (It need not have originated in the service.)" 

By a careful reading of this law and the official explanation above quoted, it 
will be seen that, no matter what a man's financial condition may be, if he be 
physically disabled from performing manual labor, he is entitled to a pension, 
the conditions being, first, physical disability (not necessarily contracted in the 
service); and, second, that proof of such disability may be made upon certifi- 
cate from his physician probably, and without the testimony of his former com- 



554 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

rades. Should any member of this encampment to-day receive a permanent 
injury, "not the result of his own vicious habits," he would be entitled to a pen- 
sion. Let us be just to our lawmakers, even though they have not given us all 
we asked. No country on earth is or ever has been nearly as generous to its 
soldiers as ours. 



SONS OF VETERANS. 

This organization, numbering over one hundred and twenty-five thousand 
members, is growing rapidly, and is reported in excellent condition. We should 
do everything in our power to aid them in their work. They are our boys, and 
to them we must soon commit our trust. 

Wherever I have been in the different departments, I have received marked 
courtesies from them, and am glad to be able in this public manner to acknow- 
ledge the same, and to say God speed you, young men, in your patriotic work. 



Comrades, the honor conferred upon me by the Twenty-third National En- 
campment in electing me your commander-in-chief was by far the greatest that 
I have ever received. The task of performing the duties of the office is indeed 
a great one, but with it are mingled the greatest pleasures that can come to man 
in this world, outside of his own sacred home, and while life shall last I will 
never cease to be thankful that this great trust was, for a time, committed to my 
keeping. 

For your generosity, your aid, and for your many acts of personal kindness, 
I thank you most sincerely, and hope you will carry my grateful acknowledge- 
ments to those of our number not permitted to be here. Wherever I have been 
I have found the same enthusiastic loyal sentiment of comradeship as is shown 
here to-day. May it grow stronger and stronger while we are permitted to live, 
and when the end comes here may we be gathered in that great camp where 

THE BUGLE SOUNDS NEITHER " REVEILLE" NOR "LIGHTS OUt!" 



Colonel Wheelock G. Veazey, of Gettysburg renown, was elected 
Commander-in-Chief, by acclamation — a fitting tribute to a gallant 
soldier and an upright man. Massachusetts made Comrade "Dick" 
Tobin Senior Vice-Commander, much to the satisfaction of all con- 
cerned; and Comrade George W. Creamer was elected Junior Vice- 
Corn mander-in-Chief. 

Colonel Veazey's speech, accepting the nomination, is worthy of a 
permanent place in this volume, and we give it entire: 

Commander-in-Chief and Comrades of the Grand Army of the 
Republic : — This is more than I deserve. If I had the lips of Genius, I should 
not be able to find words that would give expression to the gratitude or to the 






Commandee-in-Chief Grand Akmy of the Replblic, 1890-91. 

Born at Brentwood, N. H., December, 5th 1835; graduated at Dartmouth College, N. H., 1859; 
aad at the Albany Law School, in I860,* enlisted as a private, Company A, Third Regiment, 
Vermont Infantry, April, 1861 ; appointed Captain same Company, May 21st, 1861 ; promoted 
Major, August 10th, 1861, and to be Lieutenant Colonel, on recommendation of Gen. W. F. 
Smith, August 13th, 1861; participated in all the battles of the Peninsula Campaign in 1862, 
commanding his Regiment, or frequently others, upon details; he was appointed Colonel of the 
Sixteenth Regiment, Vermont Infantry, in September, 1862, which was attached to Stannard's 
Brigade, Third Division, of Doubleday's First Army Corps, at Gettysburg ; he led the celebrated 
flank attack upon Pickett's charging line, and at his own urgent request, was allowed to try 
the same tactics upon Wilcox under a heavy fire, but with equally successful results, and was 
no small factor in the repulse of the now historic charge; he was mustered out of service August 
10th, 1863, and began the practice of his profession at Rutland, Vermont; was elected Reporter 
of the Supreme Court of Vermont, in 1864, and for eight successive years; was chosen Judge 
of the same Court in 1876, for two years; and re-elected thereafter bi-ennially, in which posi- 
tion President Harrison found him when he tendered him the appointment of U. S. Interstate 
Commerce Commissioner, in 1889 ; was a Charter Member of Roberts Post, No. 14, Department of 
Vermont, G. A. R., November 21st, 1868; Post Commander several terms; Department Com- 
mander in 1872-73; Judge Advocate General to Commauder-in-Chief Rea, in 1887, and elected 
Commander-in-Chief at Boston, at the Twenty-Fourth National Encampment, in August, 1890. 
He occupies other honorable positions, among which is that of a Trustee of the Gettysburg 
Battle-Field Association, the Union Prisoners of War Association, and is always and everywhere 
the friend "f that class of our citizens who saw service during the war of the rebellion. 

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HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 557 

feeliugs of thanksgiving that lie deep down in my heart. I recognize the great 
responsibility of this highest of all offices. I appreciate this expression of your 
confidence. I can make you but one simple pledge, and that is, with God's help 
and with your support, which I know I shall receive, because you never failed 
a soldier, even when you faced death, I will do everything in my power to jire- 
serve untarnished, even as I receive it from the hands of this ideal commander 
[applause], and as he received it from the knightly men who preceded him, the 
fairest escutcheon of the Grand Army of the Republic. God grant that I may 
never forget what is due to every man, even the humblest of that great army 
that preserved our country a quarter of a century ago, and which through this 
glorious organization of ours, has been laying deep the foundations of future 
security for liberty. Perhaps it may not be improper for me to say that I deem 
it somewhat fortunate that my business is now, and will be, of such a character 
that it will either keep me at the national capital, where so many of you I hope 
may often come, or at the great centers of our country, so that I can keep up 
the touch of elbow with all of you and all of the comrades of the Grand Army 
of the Republic. And may I not say further, that I sincerely hope that it may 
not be simply the physical touch of elbow, but the touch of hearts, between 
U3 all? Of course, comrades, I cannot expect to emulate in this respect the 
example which this, your commander, has set in this regard, or, indeed, in any 
other regard; because you have thought, with me, that there is, and that there 
can be but one Gen. Alger in our great order. [Great applause.] But, com- 
rades, I feel that I may safely say to you this: That after more than 20 years 
of service in the ranks and different grades of office in the Grand Army of the 
Republic, I do feel as though I knew something about our glorious organizations; 
and I say to you that I propose to know everything that is possible to be known 
about the Grand Army in every department of the land ; and wherever the 
best interests of the Grand Army in any department demand my presence, noth- 
ing will stand between me and that, which I shall regard as my choicest and 
greatest duty. Now, comrades, it is not necessary for me to say to you that 
which you all know, and that is, that the Grand Army of the Republic is 
founded upon a rock, and that God blesses it, and that the gates of hell cannot 
prevail against it. Once more, comrades, allow me to express the deep feelings 
of gratitude and thanksgiving that are in my heart for this great, this greatest 
honor that you could confer upon me or any other living man. 

The Adjutant-General's report showed a total membership in good 
standing of 427,981 — a net gain of 47,116. There was a net gain of 
two Departments and 464 Posts. The large sum of |221, 350.18 was 
shown to have been expended, during the year, for the relief of 19,470 
comrades and 8,949 other beneficiaries. The total expenditures of the 
Order from July 1, 1871, to July 1, 1890, were $1,987,534.55. 

Quartermaster-General Taylor reports a cash balance of $9,445.81, 
and total assets of $31,669.00; also that the Grant Monument Fund has 
reached a net total of $11,114.55. 



558 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

The second day's proceedings were enlivened by an animated discus*- 
sion of the pension question. The minority report, read by Comrade 
Hovey, of Indiana, gave fifteen excellent reasons for the passage of the 
service pension bill, and the report was finally adopted by .a vote of 
174 to 160. 

A resolution was passed deploring the death of the poet, John Boyle 
O'Reilly. 

At the close of the session, Commander-in-Chief-elect Veazey 
announced the appointment of Comrade Joseph H. Goulding as his 
Adjutant-General, and of Comrade John Taylor as his Quartermaster- 
General ; and the officers-elect were duly installed, after which the En- 
campment adjourned, the usual "vote of thanks" having been tendered 
to the retiring officers and to the hospitable citizens of Boston. 

The administration of Commander-in-Chief Veazey has been marked 
by notable progress in the welfare of the Order. At no time has 
there been more harmony in the ranks. The administration of the 
affairs of the Adjutant-General's office has called forth wide comment 
and universal approbation. Comrade Goulding has shown himself to 
be most admirably equipped for the onerous duties of his office; and 
too much praise can hardly be bestowed upon his Chief for this most 
judicious selection. 

The shadow of death has rested darkly over the veteran band during 
the past year. The death-roll includes Past Commander-in-Chief 
Charles Devens, Senior Vice-Commander-in-Chief Tobin, Admiral 
David D. Porter, and the great Sherman, who w^as the lion of the last 
Encampment. Thus do our heroes pass from mortal sight, but the 
memory of their noble deeds shall ever remain fresh in the hearts of 
those who linger on this shore. 

August 3d, 1891, and the city of Detroit is a mass of waving flags. 
The veterans are to assemble in this "the Gate City of Midland 
America " for their Twenty -fifth Annual Encampment. The citizens, 
with one accord, have opened their houses and their hearts to the 
gallant survivors of the great conflict. Vast triumphal arches span 
spacious Woodward Avenue, and hundreds of private houses 

1891. as well as the public buildings and business blocks are 

smothered in bunting. Trains from every direction unload 

scores, hundreds and thousands of boys in blue. By eight o'clock 

A. M., on Tuesday, August 4th, the City of the Straits is completely 

in the hands of the G. A. R. 

The grand parade occurred on Tuesday. * Thirty thousand men 
responded to the command, " Forward, march." More than one 
hundred bands made martial music for the hosts. Two hundred 





Adjuta'nt-Genekal Grand Army of the Republic, 1890-91. 

"Was born at Potsdam, St. Lawrence Co., New York, June 8th, 1842; a student at Norwich 
University, Vermont (a Military Academy), 1861-62; appointed Lieutenant Sixth Begiment 
U. S. C. Infantry, September, 1863, reporting for duty to Gen. Louis Wagner, at Philadelphia, 
served as Ambulance Officer and A. A. Q.-M. in the Tenth, Eighteenth and Twenty -fifth Army 
Corps; promoted First Lieutenant, May, 1865, and mustered out of service in September, 1865 
appointed Colonel and Chief of Staff by Governor John L. Barstow, of Vermont, 1882-83 
a member of Roberts Post, No. 14, Department of Vermont, G. A. R., Rutland, Vermont, in 1869 
Adjutant to Colonel Veazey, Post Commander, 1869-70-71 ; Assistant Adjutant-General to 
Department Commander Veazey, 1872-73; was on the National Council, 1873-74; elected 
Department Commander two terms, 1880-81 ; appointed Adjutant-General G. A. R., August 14, 
1890; has been active in the work of the order since 1869, attending many National Encamp- 
ments, serving on important committees, and knows the needs and capabilities of the organiza- 
tion to the fullest extent. His administration of the afiairs of the Adjutant-General's office has 
been widely commended. 



(559) 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 561 

thousand civilians lined the streets and witnessed this great triumph 
of a loyal fraternity. The air was bright and bracing. At eleven 
o'clock, Commander-in-Chief Veazey, accompanied by his mounted 
staff of one hundred and fifty men, and escorted by Detroit Post, 
No. 384, rode down the center of Grand Circus Park amid the cheers 
of the assembled throng. Following came the Departments, in the 
order of their seniority, Illinois ahead, followed by Wisconsin, Penn- 
sylvania, and the whole list down to the infant of the class — the 
Department of the Indian Territory; then the Department of Michigan, 
the Naval Veterans, Sons of Veterans, and kindred societies. 

All along the route the two emblems of patriotic sacrifice — tattered 
flags and empty sleeves — elicited the wildest enthusiasm. At one 
o'clock General Veazey took his place upon the reviewing stand, and 
for four hours stood and watched the mighty army pass before him. 
It was a proud day for the G. A. R. — a proud day for hospitable 
Detroit. 

The evening was devoted to fireworks and reunions — there being at 
least two hundred gatherings of this character. There was much 
pathos in these meetings of old comrades; for divisions had dwindled 
to brigades, brigades to regiments, and regiments to mere handfuls of 
men; but the old boys met and talked as cheerily as if there had been 
no vacant chairs. Comrades who had not met since the struggle 
clasped hands once more, and in several instances there were acci- 
dental reunitings of brothers who had lost all trace of each other 
since the war. Who but a veteran can tell the joy of meeting one 
who, in years gone by, had shared his tent, his hard-tack, and his 
canteen ? 

Promptly at eleven o'clock on Wednesday morning, General Veazey 
rapped to order in Beecher's Hall, and the formal business of the 
"Silver Encampment" was begun. Comrade Clarkson, of Nebraska, 
in a neat speech, presented the Commander-in-Chief with a handsome 
gavel of ivor}^ and silver, in behalf of the Comrades of his State. 
Another gavel, made from the flag-staff of one of the old Indian forts, 
was presented to General Veazey by the citizens of Detroit, through 
General Duffield. 

We quote from the eloquent address of the Commander-in-Chief, as 
follows: 

Comrades: This is the silver anniversary of a birth, not of a wedding. 
The wedding occurred when the bridegrooms, the youth of the land, enlisted in 
its defence. Abraham Lincoln celebrated the marriage nuptials. Columbia 
was the bride. Her vesture was the nation's flag. The pledge to re-establish 
that flag over the domain of Secessia was the price of her hand. When the 



562 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

pledge was graudly redeemed through bloody strife, through suffering and 
death, and after the victors had placed on the brow of the bride a new diadem 
whose gems were honor, valor, fame, liberty untainted with slavery, a country 
reunited and free, the fruit of that marriage was the Grand Army of the 
Republic, an offspring worthy of its royal parentage. 



CO-OPERATION OF WOMEN, 

The female support of our order, both in character and magnitude, is too 
familiar to require explanation. They bring supplies to the relief fund, and 
aid most effectually in bringing recruits into the Post ; they greatly assist the 
Posts in their entertainments ; they sustain them nobly in the observance of 
Memorial Day ; they are invaluable when sickness and death invade the house- 
hold of the comrade. They are indeed our auxiliary and are entitled to our 
gratitude. 

SONS OF VETERANS. 

This organization received special recognition at the 23d National Encamp- 
ment. I have endeavored to give it cordial support on this account, and also 
because I believe in its present and prospective usefulness. It has had a rapid 
growth within the past year ; more than 30,000 have been mustered since June 
30th, 1890. Thirty-two States and Territories have been organized as Divisions, 
with more than twenty-five hundred subordinate Camps. 

The Sons of Veterans claim no rights, privileges or benefits for themselves 
except the privilege of assisting the Grand Army of the Republic in all its 
work. Surely no one ought to withhold support of an organization of this 
character, much less the veterans themselves. In the Department of Georgia 
alone, this year, ten thousand graves of our dead comrades were decorated with 
flags and flowers purchased by the Sons of Veterans, and they assisted in 
observing Memorial Day throughout the length and breadth of the land. 

The Sons of Veterans are now united and harmonious, having but one organ- 
ization, one banner and one determination, and that is to prove themselves 
worthy of their sires and to become worthy citizens of a common country, 
saved and preserved by their fathers. Remember, " they are our boys, and to 
them we must soon commit our trust." 



LOUISIANA AND MISSISSIPPI. 

The present administration encountered the same disturbances in the Depart- 
naeut of Louisiana and Mississippi that had troubled my predecessors. The 
difficulties there had existed ever since Posts 9 to 17, inclusive, of that Depart- 
ment were chartered and organized. This was in 1889. The charge has 
always been from different sources that the organization of these Posts was so 
tainted with irregularities as to be utterly destructive of their legal existence. 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 563 

Our Rules and Regulatious provide a plain procedure for a Department to 
pursue in order to test the validity of such charges. As the Department of 
Louisiana and Mississippi has never, so far as I am informed, resorted to that 
procedure, I have held, in dealing with tkose Posts, that they must be regarded 
as having a legal existence until otherwise regularly adjudicated. 

Prior to 1889 the Comrades of the then existing Posts were nearly all, and 
perhaps wholly, composed of white men. The Comrades of the new Posts 
were wholly, or nearly so, colored men. The Department of Louisiana and 
Mississippi, prior to its last Department Encamj^ment, acting through its 
Council of Administration, took action which practically set those Posts out of 
the order. I held and announced that such action was unwarranted by the 
Rules and Regulations, and the same has since been rescinded, but I understand 
that the Department still refuses to recognize those Posts. An application was 
made to National Headquarters, nearly a year ago, from that Department to 
create a second one covering the same territory as the present department. 
There being no authority conferred on the Commander-in-Chief to do this, the 
application was denied on the legal point, without passing on the merits, the 
Judge Advocate-General and Executive Committee of the National Council 
concurring therein. Other communications continued to reach Headquarters 
from various sources to the effect that the condition of our Order in the Depart- 
ment was in bad plight, and that its utter destruction was imminent. I there- 
fore ordered a careful inspection by the Inspector-General. This was done; 
but further charges and countercharges and facts continued to reach me, and I 
ordered a second inspection, and detailed Comrade Austin of Ohio to accom- 
pany and assist the Inspector-General therein. This second inspection was 
made early in June of this year and a report thereof is on file. 

I have reason to believe that Comrades Burst and Austin made a most careful 
investigation of all matters in that Department. Their recommendation in 
brief is that this Encampment authorize the creation of a separate Depart- 
ment, covering the same territory as several of the existing Departments in the 
South. This is supported by memorials addressed to the Commander-in-Chief, 
by Posts 9, 12, 13, 14, 16 and 17, being six of the Posts in the Department 
whose membership is composed of colored Comrades. Protests against such 
action have come from comrades of several Posts and these are on file. 

From various sources of information that have been accessible to me, I believe 
that a large majority of both white and colored Comrades in the Department 
of Louisiana and Mississippi are strong in the conviction that it would be for 
the best interests of all individually and of their Posts and of the Order to have 
a separate Department in Louisiana and some of the other Gulf States, made 
up of such Posts as may apply to come into it, and having concurrent jurisdic- 
tion with the Departments already established in such States; concurrent in 
respect to the chartering and mustering of Posts, but each Department having 
exclusive jurisdiction over the Posts which it may receive. 

My best judgment, after a year of painstaking investigation, is that it would 
be wise to confer the authority upon my successor to create such a department. 



564 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

He may neither find it necessary nor think it best to exercise the power, if 
conferred. I ara sure he will see objections to it, but he may also find it the 
best and perhaps the only shield for the full protection of the colored Comrades. 
1 trust I need not say that no difference has obtained at National Headquarters 
in recognition and treatment of Posts or Comrades, whether white or colored. 

When the Department refused to receive reports or dues from any of these 
Posts, I have allowed them to be sent directly to the Adjutant-General, to be 
held until opportunity was afforded for full investigation upon hearing and 
adjustment of the differences in the Department. I think those Posts should 
have the full benefit of such reports and dues as though they had been received 
regularly by the Department. 

This presentation of the situation in that Department is meagre, and is 
intended to be only sufficient to bring the subject to the attention of the 
Encampment. 

I have no policy to urge other than such as will be for the best interests of 
the Order and at the same time protect the rights of all Comrades. It cannot 
be expected that any plan will meet the approval of all the Comrades directly 
interested. I regard the subject as one of first importance, and invoke your 
deliberate consideration and best judgment in its disposition. 



Comrades, our Order has reached its high- water mark neither in numbers 
nor in glory and power. It often receives a stab, but every man who has 
attempted to stigmatize the Grand Army of the Republic has only succeeded 
in belittling himself. In cultivating Fraternity and Charity it works on the 
same lines with some other organizations. But there is another basic principle 
of our Order which is, in a sense at least, peculiar to it. It is that which 
impelled us to be soldiers. It is that to which the noblest ruler, the grandest 
man of all the Christian era, the martyred Lincoln, appealed when he con- 
fidently called for 75,000—300,000—500,000 more. It is that upon which true 
liberty and free government can only rest; it is the broad principle of loyalty. 



We mean by loyalty that loyalty which denies the right of secession and 
recognizes the right of coercion to suppress secession. This was the solid 
ground upon which the government stood, and the only one upon which it could 
stand, in the war; but at what a cost of sorrow and suffering, of treasure and 
blood. It is by united, organized power that great results are accomplished. 
No organization since the war has done so much for the country, especially in 
laying deep the foundations of future security, as the G. A. R. It appeals to 
every loyal hand that drew a blade or carried a musket. Therefore no Union 
soldier has done bis full duty as a citizen unless he has given the Order the 
benefit of his comradeship in it. 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OP THE REPUBLIC. 565 

At the afternoon session it was decided to hold the Twenty-sixth 
Annual Encampment at Washington, D. C. 

What with picnics, excursions, reunions, etc., the boys were late in 
assembling on Thursday morning ; but having gotten together, they 
very promptly proceeded to business, and on the second ballot elected 
Captain John Palmer, of Albany, N. Y., Commander-in-Chief for 
1891-1892, over such prime favorites as Comrades Smedburg, of 
California, and Weissert, of Wisconsin. Upon motion of the latter, 
the election of Captain Palmer was made unanimous. 

General Henry M. Duffield, of Detroit, was made Senior Vice-Com- 
mander, and Comrade Thomas N. Clarkson, of Nebraska, was elected 
Junior Vice-Commander. 

An incident of the afternoon session was a fraternal visit from a 
committee of the Woman's Relief Corps, headed by Mrs. Annie 
Wittenmyer and Mrs. Craig, both of whom were cordially welcomed, 
and each of whom made a neat address. 

There was a lively debate during the discussion of the color line 
question, proceeding from the well-known difficulties in Louisiana 
and Mississippi, The majority report, signed by Comrades William 
Warner, John P. Pea, Lucius Fairchild and Henry Painter, advised 
that no separation of the Departments (to divide the Posts composed 
of white veterans from those composed of colored veterans) should be 
allowed ; while the minority report, signed by Comrade W. S. Decker, 
suggested that such a separation might be advisable, if it could be 
done without detriment to the general good of the Order or to the 
Departments as already existing. 

Judge Decker defended his action in a strong argument, and was 
answered by Past Commander-in-Chief W^arner in an equally able 
fashion. The majority report was adopted by an overwhelming 
majority. 

Friday morning saw a still smaller assemblage of delegates when 
General Veazey called for order. Detroit is a very fine city, and has 
many attractions, which a majority of " the boys " sought and found. 

The concluding hours of the session were given up to miscellaneous 
routine business and the installation of officers, after which General 
Veazey handed the gavel to his successor, and the Silver Anniversary 
was over. 

Adjutant-General Goulding's report was a model in its way — quite 
in keeping with his admirable management of his most important 
office during the year just closing. The net membership of the G. A. R. 
was shown to have somewhat increased, although the losses from death, 
transfer, suspension, and other causes aggregate 71,010. The gain, by 



566 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

muster, of 33,252 comrades serves to show how large a proportion of 
the old soldiers have been holding aloof from the great organization 
to which every veteran ought to belong. 

We quote from the Adjutant-General's report the following: 

RECAPITULATION. 

Members iu good standing June 30, 1890 397,941 

Gain by Muster 33,250 

Gain by Transfer 7,821 

Gain by Reinstatement 14,160 

Gain from Delinquent Reports 16,108 

Total gain 71,339 

Aggregate 469,280 

Loss by Death 5,965 

Loss by Honorable Discharge 1,982 

Loss by Transfer 9,470 

Loss by Suspension 33,209 

Loss by Dishonorable Discharge 414 

Loss by Delinquent Reports 19,970 

Total Loss 71,01® 

Members in good standing June 30, 1891 398,270 

Members remaining suspended 30,416 

Members by Delinquent Reports 11,931 

Total in Suspension 42,347 

Total Members borne on Rolls June 30, 1891 440,617 

Adding to this those out on transfer 4,751 

who are, of course, still members of the Order, gives a 

Total Membership of. 445,368 

This is the membership appearing in the reports as rendered up to the first of August, but it 
is not the full membership by reason of the fact that the Reports for the six months ending 
June 30th, were not yet all received. 

The number of deaths reported during the year was 5,965, but the 
actual number was probably in excess of these figures. During the 
year ending December 31st, 1890, $225,653.21 was expended in charity ; 
and during the year ending June 30th, 1S91, $234,169.69 found its way 
into the pockets of the needy veterans by actual reports ; it is estimated 
that only about one-half the relief rendered is reported. 

Quartermaster-General John Taylor reported balance from last 
report and receipts at $39,100.79, with disbursements of $37,296.61, 
leaving a cash balance of $1,804.18, and total assets of $24,711.07. 




COMRADE JOHN PALMER 

Commander-in-Chief Grand Army of the Republic 

1891— 1892 



568 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

The Adjutant-General's report also contained the following timely 
suggestions, which we quote verbatim : 

Departments do the best which have fixed Headquarters and the same Assistant 
Adjutant-General for a term of years. The responsibility of the condition of a 
Department rests largely on this officer. The growth and stability of the Order 
would be greatly promoted by permanent location of the office and longer 
tenure of the officer. Many large Departments have adopted this policy and 
it will help the smaller ones even more in proportion. The Adjutant-General's 
office and that of each Assistant Adjutant-General should be fixed like that of 
the Post Adjutant if the best results are to be obtained. 

It may be out of place in a mere summary of official work, but permit me to 
state that in some Departments, the change in location of Assistant Adjutant- 
General and the resumption of business and communication with this office 
took about four weeks. This occurring all along from January to May causes 
gaps in correspondence hard to fill and suspension of the receipt of orders from 
the Commander-in-Chief by the Posts, no matter how vital or important they 
may be, and works harm of all sorts. 

This Order is not at its summit in point of members if some of the evils I 
have hinted at are remedied. It can and should be made to reach a member- 
ship of 600,000 or 700,000, but this must be done within five years if ever. I 
believe with work and proper organization it is quite possible, there being over 
1,200,000 old soldiers now living. 

The Department Encampments being held in so many different months from 
January to May makes the work and care much greater at Headquarters than 
if these Encampments were held say, all within two months and the changes 
incident thereto occurring at about the same time. 

Glorious as was the " Silver Anniversary " it was destined to be 

eclipsed by the Twenty-sixth Annual Encampment, which was held in 

the Capital City, in September, 1892. Words fail to express 

1892. the grandeur and complete success of this glorious reunion. 
The city of Washington, accustomed to the great " inaugura- 
tion" crowds, and spacious though it is, was literally overwhelmed 
with the rush and crush of visiting multitudes. No less than 350,000 
persons, men, women and children, were brought into the city by the 
various railroad and steamboat lines during the week of September 
18, and a few days prior to that date. The city was literally crowded 
with strangers and sightseers. Hotels, boarding-houses, private dwell- 
ings, the great barracks at the foot of the Washington monument, 
tents without number, all these were insufficient to accommodate the 
vast throng, and more than one poor, tired pilgrim rested his weary 
frame upon the rough boards of the countless stands erected along 
the line of the great parade. 



^^ .SECOND e 





Sheridan's Cavalry 



Hancock's Veteran Corp*. 



twenty-Third corps. 





1st Div. 



2o Div. 
TWENTY-FOURTH CORPS. 





2o Oiv. 
TWENTY-FIFTH CORPS. 



IST OlV. 



2o Oiv. 
ARMY OF WEST VIRGINIA. 




1st Div. 




Wilson's Cavalry. 




Signal Corp 




3d Div. 




3d Oiv. 




3d Div. 




3d Div. 




Engineer Corps. 



Army Corps Badges. 



HISTORY OF THE GKAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 569 

But they all got a place to sleep and something to eat, and, after 
all, were "glad they came." It may also be said that many M-ere 
glad to get back home, and not a few had to exercise a good deal of 
ingenuity to do so. 

Reunions were so plentiful that we cannot even enumerate them. 
Comrades met and grasped hands for the first time in twenty-seven 
years. "My old captain," or "my old colonel," or "my old mess- 
mate," were frequent words accompanying introductions. 

The " White Lot," as the space south of the Executive Mansion has 
been called for a century, was, on Monday, September 19, formally 
christened " Grand Army Place," and as such it will now be officially 
known. Between this spot and the Washington monument were 
erected enormous barracks and a gigantic dining-hall, large enough 
to house and feed more than ten thousand men. Near by was erected 
a model of the " Kearsarge," one of the most notable and interesting 
features of the occasion. 

The grand review was, of course, the great event of the week, and 
attracted a crowd of spectators estimated at 500,000, exclusive of the 
80,000 veterans who marched in the procession. 

THE GRAND PARADE. 

On Tuesday, September 20, the grand parade occurred. A more 
perfect day could not be imagined. The air was keen, but not chilly, 
and the sun was but slightly obscured by a faint haze. Down 
spacious Pennsylvania Avenue, over the same ground trod by the 
victorious hosts of Grant and Sherman in May, 1865, marched 80,000 
survivors of the great conflict. Scores of grizzled veterans walked, or 
limped, from the Capitol to the White House for the first time since 
1865; for many a survivor of the grand review of 1865 had saved his 
dollars and pennies for many a month in order to gratify the honor- 
able longing to tread the same ground again in 1892. An honor it is, 
truly, to have been a participant in the two greatest parades the 
country has ever witnessed. 

The decorations along the route, and in fact, all over the city, were 
profuse and magnificent. Along Pennsylvania Avenue were arranged 
numerous transparencies, illuminated by electricity, showing all the 
Corps badges, — the effect being reached by the skilful grouping of 
incandescent lamps. These transparencies cost many thousands of 
dollars, and were very beautiful. Another handsome feature was the 
" American Flag, " — an effect produced by the grouping of six hundred 
little girls, on raised seats, on the east side of the Treasury Building. 



570 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

By means of using red, white and blue costumes, the group was made 
to represent the stars and stripes, and a very showy display it was. 

A novel sight to many spectators was the hundreds of orderlies, 
mounted on bicycles, hurrying and skurrying over the smooth asphalt 
pavement, bearing messages and executing orders from the officers 
and comrades in line. The broad, spacious pavement is almost perfect 
for military evolutions, and gave the " old vets " a good chance to 
show their countrymen that they had not forgotten the art of keeping 
step to martial music. A fine-looking squad of mounted police cleared 
the avenue from curb to curb in advance of the parade, and at no time 
were the "boys" very much annoyed by the pressure of the great 
crowd. 

One of the prettiest sights was the troop of mounted Aids to the 
Commander-in-Chief. General Palmer rode alone, several hundred 
feet in advance of his color-bearer, while a brilliant cavalcade of Aids, 
in open order, occupied a space of nearly three blocks behind. Some 
of the finest military bands in the country were in line, and an air of 
joyousness and enthusiasm seemed to pervade the whole assemblage. 

Following the mounted police came the Marine Band ; then the 
Citizens' Escort Committee, the Grand Army Battalion, of Albany, the 
Old Guard, of Washington, and then the Commander-in-Chief, John 
Palmer, followed by his brilliant and well-mounted staff. Then came 
the escort to the Grand Army, the " Old Defenders," as the Sixth 
Massachusetts regiment is so properly called, and then the various 
Departments in their usual order, Illinois leading, and the "infant" 
— Indian Territory — at the last, or next to the last, for the Depart- 
ment of the Potomac, by usual custom, held the left of the line. Fol- 
lowing the G. A. P. came twenty-five delegations from the Naval 
Veterans' Association, a well-disciplined body of old sea-dogs who 
well deserved the hearty plaudits with which their appearance was 
greeted. 

A wonderful success ! A proud day for the G. A. P. ! A time of gen- 
eral rejoicing, of good feeling, of unlimited patriotism, of boundless 
enthusiasm, of bubbling and boiling national pride ! No thought of 
strife in all this warlike, war-scarred company ; simple patriotism, 
with all the mirth and jollity which only a Grand Army reunion can 
induce. 

From 9.30 until dark the veterans marched down the Avenue, while 
hundreds of thousands lined the route, viewing the glorious review 
from pavement, stand, chair, campstool, window, roof, telegraph pole, 
or wherever a foot or an arm could find a lodgment. It was no ordi- 
nary event. The "boys" were looking their best; the bands were 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. ^"^ 

lavish with the brightest and most lively marches and quicksteps ; 
the drum-majors flung their staffs with unusual abandon ; even the 
horses seemed to feel the importance of the occasion and pranced their 
prettiest. All along the line were symbols of the States. Iowa vet- 
erans carried a cornstalk cane, or sported a golden ear of maize ; pine 
cones were suspended from the buttonholes of the men from Maine; a 
huge mosquito perched upon an apple-jack keg was carried by a New 
Jersey Post; Connecticut men were supplied with wooden nutmegs, 
and the Ohio contingent were known by their buckeyes ; a sunflower 
meant Kansas, a head of wheat gave notice of Dakota, golden-rod 
indicated a Massachusetts man, and so on. But through all could be 
seen the modest emblem of the G. A. R., the plain bronze button, 
which indicates that its possessor has earned the right to wear a frag- 
ment of a silenced traitor's cannon. 

A pathetic sight was that of several old and disabled veterans, too 
feeble to march and too ambitious to merely watch, hauled along on 
low wagons by their faithful comrades and responding with cheers 
and waving handkerchiefs to the many and hearty salutes from the 
crowd. 

The " notables," like ex-President Hayes and General Butler, were 
promptly recognized, and received regular ovations all along the line. 
Had President Harrison been able to march — as was his intention — 
in the ranks with his own Post, the picture of "democracy " would 
have been complete. 

The old battle-flags came in for their usual meed of applause, and 
the marching of some of the armed "guards" created great enthusiasm. 
Posts, like No. 2, of Pennsylvania, with a line of shining muskets, 
stretched like a glittering ribbon from curb to curb, marching with 
the accuracy of regulars, swinging around the Treasury Building 
corner like the spokes of a gigantic wheel, simply set the crowd wild 
with admiration. 

It is improbable that the Grand Army will ever again parade as 
many men at one time, and, viewed from a parade standpoint, it 
may be safely said that high-water mark was reached on September 

20, 1892. 

GETTING DOWN TO BUSINESS. 

The Encampment convened on Wednesday morning, Sepiember 

21, at Albaugh's Opera House, and the attendance was confined 
strictly to delegates. Commissioner Douglass delivered an address of 
welcome, to which Commander-in-Chief Palmer gracefully responded, 
and then the Commander was presented with a handsome gavel from 



Oi2 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

his Aids in the Department of the Potomac. This gavel is made from 
six pieces of wood, eacli having a "history," and is highly prized by 
General Palmer. 

The absence of President Harrison, owing to domestic affliction, 
was the subject of a resolution of sympathy, which, though brief, 
contained a world of brotherly love and fraternity. 

Commander-in-Chief Palmer's address was received with much 
enthusiasm, especially his reference to the colored posts, pensions, and 
the Grant tomb and statue. 

He began with a tribute to the Grand Army, the sentiments it was 
intended to perpetuate, and the lessons of patriotism that grow out of 
its annual gatherings. It was, he thought, peculiarly appropriate 
that the survivors of the Union armies should gather again in the 
capital of the nation which, through four long, bloody years they 
defended at the peril of their lives, and the encampment met almost 
beneath the shadow of Arlington, where 16,000 patriots sleep, with 
the consolation that the nation was saved and preserved by the valor 
of such men. Referring to the progress of time, he observed that a 
new generation stands where the men of '61 stood, a generation that 
knows nothing of the realities of war or the dangers and hardships 
of a soldier's life except what they read or hear from the lips of those 
who were actors in the great drama. 

While the present generation hold the veterans in a love that no 
other group of men in the land receive. General Palmer noted that 
there was a disposition on the part of a few to sneer at the soldier and 
call him a mendicant. Such people appeared to forget the sufferings 
and sacrifices that made the veterans what they are. But they had 
become the foremost of the people of the land, and the way to their 
success was found in the school of discipline and training from which 
they graduated twenty-seven years ago. The precepts of the great 
order appealed to the patriotism of every man who wore the Union 
blue, and all such should, he thought, wear at all times the badge of 
loyalty — the bronze G. A. R. buttons. The emblem w^as a silent 
protest against sneers; it was an honor mark of the republic. 

In reviewing his work as Commander-in-Chief, General Palmer 
said he had visited twenty-five departments, responded to numerous 
invitations to reunions and public gatherings, and traveled nearly 
40,000 miles, his only regret being that he was unable to meet the 
several departments. Of the men of the South who intemperately 
criticised his flag order. General Palmer said that he met many 
ex-Confederates from whom he received a cordial greeting, and he 
believed that those men who were bravest in the field have a greater 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 573 

love of justice and right than those who remained in the rear in the 
hour of danger, and he was glad to take by the hand any brave 
Confederate soldier who accepted the generous terms of the surrender 
at Appomatox and to-day respected the flag of the nation as the 
emblem of a reunited country. 

General Palmer then eloquently referred, at some length, to the 
heritage of American freedmen, made brighter and better of the 
Union soldier, and the love of country, emphasized by the lessons of 
the soldiers' hardships, and proceeded to a statistical discussion of the 
work of the national organization and its growth during the year, 
which had been flattering. 

The Commander-in-Chief treated the color question at some length 
in discussing the situation in Louisiana and Mississippi. The last 
encampment disposed of the discretionary power of the Commander- 
in-Chief, and decided it would be inexpedient to organize new or 
provisional departments in any State where a department already 
exists. It decided that a man who was good enough to stand between 
the flag and those who would destroy it was good enough to be a 
comrade in any department of the Grand Army. 

He said he could not speak with too much fervor of the magnificent 
work done by the loyal women for the needy veterans and their 
families. By their acts of love and devotion to suffering humanity, 
they merited our grateful acknowledgment and praise. 

To the Sons of Veterans a most deserved compliment was paid. 
For the many courtesies received at their hands there was no old 
soldier who could wish for them anything but happiness and 
prosperity. 

In speaking of Memorial Day, he said there should be an expression 
of a nation's gratitude for the brave men who suffered death that 
their blood might seal the unity of a nation. The ceremony of 
strewing flowers was a beautiful one, and all strife should cease upon 
this day consecrated to patriotism. It was an offering to the men 
who sacrificed their lives for their country. The day imparted a true 
sense of the obligation resting upon those who were left in the great 
struggle for the preservation of the Union. 

It was at a terrible cost that liberty and the government were 
established, and those who fell in battle should be properly remem- 
bered. Memorial Day should teach the rising generation to honor the 
soldier's grave — the boys who yielded up their lives to save the Union. 

Referring to pensions, General Palmer said that the pension com- 
mittee had tried to have corrected certain inequalities in the ratings 
which were not commensurate with existing disabilities, and he 



574 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

believed this would eventually be done. The committee appointed to 
take charge of the work of receiving funds for the Grant monument 
has performed its work nobly, and the work of making the statue was 
in the hands of an artist in Rome and there was no doubt but that 
the work would be done in an entirely satisfactory manner. 

He regarded as a standing reproach the fact that the remains of 
General Grant were allowed to remain in an open city park under a 
temporary shelter. As a trustee of the Grant Memorial Association 
he had had carried through a resolution to make provisions in the 
construction of the monument for a suitable repository in which 
should be placed a library designed to hold the volumes containing 
the signatures of surviving members of the G. A. R. It would be a 
priceless boon for posterity to look upon the authentic signatures of 
ancestors whose courage defended and f>reserved the unity of the 
nation. The badge of the G. A. R. was placed on General Grant's 
breast when he was laid in his coffin, and one was deposited in the 
cornerstone of his tomb. He recommended that the National 
Encampment ask Department Commanders to make an appeal to 
their respective Posts for a contribution of five cents from each 
member to create a fund to be sent to the Quartermaster-General, and 
through him to be turned over to the Grant Memorial Association, to 
be invested, and the interest applied to the annual care of the cottage 
and grounds. 

It had cost much to preserve the unity of the nation, and children 
should be taught to link the glorious achievements of the past with 
patriotic hopes of the future. Economy should be exercised in the 
management of the affairs of the order, but no worthy comrade, 
widow or orphan should be allowed to suffer. 

The report of Adjutant-General Phisterer showed that 229 new Posts 
had been organized during the year, making a total of 7,568 Posts 
in the order, a gain in membership of 64,401, and a loss of 66,109, 
thus showing an apparent net loss in membership of 1,708. This loss 
was said to be apparent, on]}^ because it M^as found that in one 
Department nearly 3,000 had been added without authority, so that 
the corrected figures would show a net gain of about 1,200 members. 
He recommended an increase in the per capita tax from two cents a 
member to three cents, so as to cover the necessary expenses of the 
National Organization, and his report closed with a statement showing 
that during the twenty years ending June 30, 1892, the vast sum of 
$2,221,704.00 had been expended by the order, officially, in charities, 
although a much larger amount has no doubt found its way, unoffi- 
ciall}'^, into the pockets of needy veterans, widows and orphans. The 




A. G. WEISSERT, 

Commander-in-Chief Grand Army of the Republic, 1892-93, 

Was born at Canton, Ohio, August 7th, 1844. He attended the schools at Racine, Wis., 
the State of his adoption. Graduating from the Racine High School, he entered the Uni- 
versity of Michigan. Here he was distinguished in his studies, and bore off the degree of 
LL.B. He was admitted to practice in Wisconsin, and was winning fame at the Milwau- 
kee bar when the war broke out. 

As soon as the tocsin sounded, he enlisted in the Eighth Wisconsin Infantry, the "live 
eagle" regiment of history, and shared its fortunes till the battle of Nashville. There 
he was grievously wounded, receiving a bullet just over the knee, and which he still car- 
ries; his wound is still open. Convalescing sufficiently to rejoin his regiment, he did so on 
crutches. After four years' gallant service, he was breveted captain from tiie battle of 
Lake Chicot, Ark., June 6th, 1864, for meritorious service in that fight and at the battle 
of Nashville on the 15th of December following, and for extraordinary bravery through- 
out the Red River expedition. He refused the tender of a West Point cadetship by 
reason of his wound. 

He joined the Grand Army of the Republic at Madison, Wis., in 1866, and in 1888 was 
elected Department Commander ; the following year he was re-elected by acclamation to 
succeed himself ; and at the 23d National Encampment was unanimously elected Senior 
Yice-Commander-in-Chief. 

He was president of the executive council of the Citizens' Committee that made the 
Twenty-third National Encampment at Milwaukee a success. At the Detroit Encamp- 
ment he received the second highest number of votes for the office to which he was 
elected at Washington. In the capacity of Senior Yice-Commander, he visited many of 
the Departments of the East and West, in company with Commander-in-Chief R. A. 
Alger. Just now he is a member of E. B. Wolcott Post, of Milwaukee. As Commander 
of the Department of Wisconsin, he revealed that he is a stickler for discipline. He pre- 
fers the Post hall to the banquet board, and believes that on meeting night the Post room 
is the place for Grand Army men. 

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570 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC 

Adjutant-General also expressed the opinion that the membership of 
the Grand Army has reached its highest point, and that the decrease, 
from natural causes, will be rapid when once begun. 

At the second and last session, September 22, General A. G. Weis- 
sart was elected Commander-in Chief for the ensuing year, the election 
being effected by acclammation. Owing largely to a factional dispute 
in the Department of the Potomac, Comrade R. H. Warfield, of Cali- 
fornia, w^as elected Senior Vice-Commander, an office that, by custom 
and courtesy, has formerly been conceded to the Department enter- 
taining the National Encampment. Comrade Peter B. Ayars, of 
Delaware, was elected Junior Vice-Commander; Dr. W. C. Weyl, 
of Connecticut, was elected Surgeon-General, and Comrade D. R. 
Lowell, D.D., of Kansas, was chosen Chaplain-in-Chief. 

The new Commander-in-Chief has appointed Comrade E. D. Gray, 
of Wisconsin, Adjutant-General, and Comrade John Taylor, of Penn- 
sylvania, still continues as Quartermaster-General. In fact, tiae 
G. A. R. would " hardly know itself" with any other man than John 
Taylor in that responsible position ; but his hosts of friends are 
determined to make him Commander-in-Chief next year. 

The afternoon session was brightened by the presence of a delegation 
from the Woman's Relief Corps, headed by Mrs. Annie Wittenmyer, 
and anotlier from the Army Nurses' Association, headed by Mrs. 
Tolman, both being cordially welcomed by the Encampment. 

A large amount of routine business being transacted, the newly- 
elected officers were installed by Past Commander-in-Chief Beath, and 
the Encampment adjourned. 

September 4th, 1893, finds the city of Indianapolis again in posses- 
sion of the grand army of veteran soldiers, her streets thronged with 
thousands of the old boys in blue, while the roll of the drum, and the 
quickening strains of the march, fi-lling the air from a 

1893. hundred bands, announce the constant arrival of thousands 

more. From the spacious Union Station, the gateway to 

the city, with its beautiful and lavish decorations, and its " Welcome, 

G. A. R.," all through the business streets, and out even to the remote 

sections, the city is one mass of red, white and blue. 

The tired veteran, from the moment he steps off the crowded train 
until he has found his abiding place is made aware by the presence 
of thousands of flags, banners, bunting and pictures, that his coming 
has been expected, and that the city is prepared to give him a genuine 
Hoosier welcome. 

By the morning of the 5th, the day of the parade, the barracks and 
other free quarters are crowded and the overflow has spread to the 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 577 

"homes of the citizens in all parts of the city, nearly every private 
house having its squad of old soldiers. 

Indianapolis claims the distinction of being the birth-place of the 
National organization of the G. A. R., the first Encampment being 
held there in November, 1866, as was the 15th Encampment in June, 
1881. No other city has had the honor of entertaining the veteran 
hosts for the third time, a fact which speaks well for Hoosier hospitality. 
Commander-in-Chief Weissert voiced the feelings of all the comrades 
when in thanking the citizens for their courteous and kindly treatment 
of the city's guests, he said : " If you ever invite us again, we will 
come." 

The free quarters were ample, and the accommodations all that 
could be desired. Camp Lew Wallace, Camp McGinnis and Camp 
Wilder, the latter being in Military Park, which many of the boys 
will remember as old " Camp Sullivan," of war times, held probably 
the greatest number of men. The school houses and other public 
buildings were crowded. 

Among the many special attractions, none seemed to interest the 
crowds of visitors more than the model of the famous battleship 
" Kearsarge," which was also one of the features at Washington last 
year. The black hull of the good ship was erected on the State House 
grounds under the shadow of the Capitol. The ship was in full 
holiday dress, all the sails were furled, and from the masts and spars 
hundreds of flags of all sizes floated gaily in the breeze. The 
"Kearsarge" was in charge of the Naval Veterans Association, and 
was made the headquarters for their reunions during the week. Some 
of the jolly Jack Tars were always on hand to entertain their guests 
with stories of other days. 

After the magnificent review in Washington, September 20th, 1892, 
it was freely predicted that from a parade standpoint, the Grand Army 
had reached high-water mark. " I never expect to parade again," was 
heard from thousands of the weary veterans who had stood the strain 
of the long day's wait and march for the sake of trodding once more 
the historic ground over which many of them had passed with the 
lamented Grant and Sherman in 1865. • There was a general feeling 
among both the participants, and those who witnessed the magnificent 
parade, that never again could so many of the grizzled heroes be 
brought together in a grand review. 

The prediction has proved too true. Relentless time has made 
fearful inroads in the ranks of the survivors during the past twelve- 
month, and the weight of advancing years has reduced by thousands 
the number able to stand the fatigue of the march. 



578 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

The parade of September 5th was disappointing in its proportions, 
but the comrades in line made up in enthusiasm what they lacked in 
numbers. The schedule of time for the different Departments was 
arranged allowing for 50,000 men in the ranks, and marching orders 
were issued on that basis, but the actual number in line fell far short 
of what was expected, there being probably about 20,000 men. This 
left large gaps in the parade, and was the occasion of considerable 
delay. Many Posts that had places assigned to them in the line, 
failed to report at all. The majority of the old boys seemed to prefer 
being with the spectators and watching their comrades pass in review. 
It was thought that there were probably two or three times as many 
veterans scattered along the line of the parade, as there were men in 
the ranks. 

There was a feeling among many of the old soldiers that the days 
of the parade were about over. Some of the leaders expressed the 
opinion that the increasing age of the veterans made it unwise for 
them to march as of yore, and the advisability of abandoning the 
parade entirely in future was discussed. 

Much enthusiasm was displayed all along the route. Continuous 
cheering and an interchange of pleasantries kept the marching 
veterans and the waiting thousands in good humor. 

At the head of the Wisconsin Department, rode the redoubtable 
" Old Abe," perched on a flagstaff as was his wont in the days of war, 
when the music of shot and shell, and the roar of the battle surged 
around him. The spirit of the veteran war eagle has long since 
taken up the march with his comrades on the other side, but his 
lifeless form has been preserved and the Wisconsin boys never attend 
an Encampment without him. 

In the Pennsylvania column marched the " tallest man in the 
G. A. R." He was made the subject of much badinage, and was 
frequently cheered, all of which he took in good humor. His height, 
six feet, ten inches, appeared really greater, as he was placed between 
two abnormally short men. Many amusing stories were told of his war 
experience, one being that when he enlisted and the captain was trying 
to get his company in alignment, he espied the head and shoulders of 
the tall man above the level of the line, and angrily ordered him to 
" get off that stump." 

Along the line of march, particularly on Washington, Meridian 
and Illinois Streets, the decorations were most elaborate and beautiful. 

Indiana's pride, the Soldiers' and Sailors' Monument, was an object 
of especial interest to the veterans. It is a majestic piece of masonry 
rising from the centre of the Circle to a height of two hundred and 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 579 

eighty feet, crowned by the graceful statue of " Indiana." The 
towering shaft was encircled by thousands of incandescent lamps 
arranged in various fantastic designs, one of the handsomest being the 
American flag represented in colors. Powerful search lights at the 
base of the monument completed a most beautiful electric display 
which was nightly enjoyed by thousands. 

The Mary Logan Cadets, of Columbus, Ohio, a company of sixteen 
bright and attractive young girls, were given a well merited share of 
attention in the parade and at numerous impromptu drills on the 
street. 

The greater part of each day and evening was taken up with 
reunions, camp-fires and other social events too numerous to mention. 
The social festivities of the week were opened by a reception on 
Monday evening, at Tomlinson Hall, given by the citizens of 
Indianapolis. The program was a delightful one, and was well 
rendered. Ex-President Harrison was introduced, his appearance 
creating a storm of enthusiasm. Mr. Harrison's address was warmly 
received throughout, particularly his reference to the pension question 
which was greeted with thunderous applause. He said : — 

" Many considerations limit me in the discussion of the pension question, but 
I may say this, that when Congress in its generous recognition of the rightful 
claims of the soldier has passed a law for his benefit, we may and we will 
demand that it shall be beneficially construed. It is a familiar maxim of the 
law that remedial legislation is to have a favorable interpretation in the interests 
of the evil to be remedied. 

" Secondly, We may and we do insist, that in the administration of the law, 
the soldier's integrity and honor shall not be wantonly impeached. A presump- 
tion will be indulged in his favor. We do not ask that any who have 
fraudulently obtained a place on the pension roll shall be kept there, but we do 
ask that the very familiar maxim of the law, ' that fraud is to be proved and 
not presumed,' shall be applied to the soldiers' claim. 

" These general principles — and I cannot go into details — I think must be 
acceptable to every right-thinking, patriotic man. We are impatient only with 
those who start with a prejudice against the soldier." 

Reunions are always the happiest and yet the saddest features of 
Encampments. Many scenes of indescribable pathos are witnessed 
among these heroes of a former generation, when they are gathered 
together again, renewing those ties that bind the soldier to his comrade- 
in-arms ; ties formed in the heat of battle ; around the camp-fire ; on 
the march ; ties which transcend all human attachments outside of 
the family circle and which will outlast the limit of time. Mingled 



580 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REl'L'BLIC. 

with the joy of clasping hands with old comrades for the first time in 
more than a quarter of a century, is felt the shock of surprise at the 
changes that thirty years have wrought in them. Then, in the full 
strength of manhood ! How sturdy and proud and self-reliant were 
the boys who came back from the war ! Now, alas, the ravages of time 
and the hardships of a soldier's life are all too plainly seen in the 
bending form, the whitening locks, the faltering step and the failing 
eye. It is but a rehearsal of life's drama. Following close upon the 
happiness of meeting is the pain of parting, for our Nation's heroes 
know too well that before the call of another assembly thousands of 
their comrades will have received final marching orders from the 
Great Commander, struck tents and gone to join their comrades of the 
right wing in the eternal Encampment beyond. 

But though the step is not so light, nor the eye so bright, the heart 
of the old soldier is as young as ever, and his devotion to his country 
and the flag but grows stronger with increasing years. 

THE CONVENTION. 

The 27th National Encampment began its first session at half past 
eleven o'clock, on the 6th of September, at Tomlinson Hall. Governor 
Mathews, in a spirited address, welcomed the delegates to Indiana, 
and Mayor Sullivan followed with a cordial welcome to Indianapolis, 
tendering the visitors the freedom of the city. 

Colonel Eli Lilly, chairman of the Citizens' Executive Board, pre- 
sented Commander-in-Chief Weissert with a beautiful gavel made of 
wood taken from the old State House, where the great war governor 
Morton received the troops. The Commander gracefully responded to 
to the addresses of welcome, and the convention adjourned until after 
dinner. 

When the afternoon session convened, the Commander-in-Chief's 
able and eloquent address was listened to with the deepest interest and 
the closest attention. His loyal and patriotic utterances struck a 
responsive chord in the breast of every member present. It is worthy 
of note that the portion declaring that the Grand Army of the 
Republic was opposed to any unworthy man being placed on the 
pension rolls, was as loudly cheered as those parts demanding a fair 
construction of the pension laws. 

The Commander recalled the fact that the Encampment was meeting 
where, nearly a generation ago, the National organization had its birth. 
He retold how the great Order had grown from a crude, unorganized 
body to its present stupendous proportions, numbering to-day nearly 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 581 

half a million veteran soldiers. A noble body of loyal men, com- 
manding the respect not only of ours, but of all civilized nations. 

He referred in feeling terms to the death of two illustrious comrades 
since the last meeting ; Rutherford B. Hayes, of Ohio, Ex-President of 
the United States, and Benjamin F. Butler, of Massachusetts, the first 
Major General of Volunteers, commissioned by President Lincoln. 
Both were present at the last Encampment, and both were in the 
parade. 

While our leaders are fast passing away, the shadows of death have 
rested heavily upon the rank and file. Our saddest duty is to record 
this year the largest annual death roll in the history of the Order. 
The loss by death during the past year has been 7,002. When we add 
to these figures the estimated loss among veterans not members of the 
Order, amounting probably to about 7,500, making a total loss of 
14,500 Union veterans, we realize with painful emotions how rapidly 
the defenders of the Nation are passing from us. 

The Commander said that the age of the membership in the 
G. A. R. is such as to warrant the statement, that from this time on 
we may expect the death rate to increase in a geometrical ratio, and 
he thought it marvellous that it had not been greater heretofore, 
considering the hardships and suffering incident to war and the 
disabilities arising therefrom. 

Reviewing his work. General Weissert said that he had visited 37 
of the 45 Departments, and 41 States and Territories. Some of these 
he had visited more than once. On account of the great distances 
intervening, and the close proximity of dates, it was impossible for 
him to be present at all of the Department Encampments. He had, 
however, attended 18 of them, and had traveled over 48,000 miles in 
the interest of the Order. He had visited all the Southern Depart- 
ments but two, and found them in good condition, enthusiastic and 
thoroughly loyal to the Order. He believed also that the Departments 
in the South and far West would receive large accessions in future 
from the North. As age advances, comrades who cannot endure the 
rigors of Northern winters, will seek the sunny South and the Pacific 
coast. 

Concerning membership, the Commander regretted that he could 
not report the increase in numbers which the National Commandery 
bad expected, and which they had labored so earnestly to obtain. In 
the returns for December, 1892, there was an increase in membership 
of 3,000 over the June previous in good standing. It was hoped to 
show a much greater growth by June, 1893, but the results were 
disappointing. The total membership in good standing, June, 1893, 



582 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

shows a loss of over 2,000 from the number reported in June, 1892. 
The policy of weeding out all members practically a dead weight to 
the Order, and the pressure in financial matters he thought responsible 
for this. 

The delinquent list shows a gratifying decrease of almost 4,000. 
Reports show that recruiting is going on rapidly ; harmony and good 
feeling exist, and the sentiment prevails throughout the organization 
that there never was a time when comrades should stand more closely 
together in defense of the great principles of the Order than now. 

The Commander reported four Posts in Canada, one in the City of 
Mexico, and one at Honolulu, and a charter has been applied for at 
Lima, in Peru, South America. 

The calls for charitable aid during the year have been greater than 
in past years, there having been expended by the various Posts, 
$178,845.52. This represents only the reported relief, which he thought 
most likely covered but a fraction of the relief work that has been 
done. 

He paid a graceful tribute to the Woman's Relief Corps for their 
noble and self-sacrificing work for the Grand Army. They have on 
all occasions, and under all circumstances, assisted Posts everywhere 
in the land. Many Posts to-day owe their continued existence solely 
to the efforts of these loyal women. Especially helpful are they on 
Memorial Day, for it is by their hands that the most of our comrades^ 
graves are so lovingly and tenderly strewn with flowers. 

The Woman's Relief Corps has disbursed for the relief of comrades 
and their families, and widows and orphans, $58,620.37. They have 
turned over to Posts during the year, $34,406.39. Amount for 
Memorial Day, $14,331.36, making a total expenditure for relief since 
the organization of $842,929.39, a monument of which these noble 
women may well be proud. 

The Ladies of the G. A. R., he said, had also done good service in 
this direction, but he could not give statistics for want of official 
information. 

He said the Sons of Veterans were in a flourishing condition, and 
he bespoke for them the encouragement of the Order. 

A marked improvement has been made this year in decorating the 
graves of Union soldiers in the South. Heretofore appeals have been 
made by individual Posts in the South for help from their Northern 
comrades to remember the Union dead on Decoration Day. The first 
Post making the appeal would be liberally helped, but those whose 
appeals were sent out later, generally got very little. This method 
lias resulted in confining the work done to certain localities, while 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE RErUF-LlC. 583 

large numbers of graves were left unnoticed. At the beginning of his 
administration, General Weissert introduced a plan by which all 
contributions for this purpose were forwarded to the Quartermaster- 
General, and that official was instructed to purchase flags and supply 
them upon the proper requisitions to all Southern Posts in the vicinity 
of Union graves. 

In this way the work was made general. Some cemeteries have 
never had flags and exercises till this year. It is believed that all 
Union graves in the South were this year properly decorated. 

Thus, there is now created a fund for Southern decorations, and 
several hundred dollars over and above this year's expenditure 
remains in the hands of the Quartermaster-General. The Commander 
recommended that this plan be adhered to in the future. 

General Weissert invited special attention to the report of the 
Committee on Legislation. He deplored the fact that the laws now on 
the Statute books designed to aid honorably discharged soldiers by 
giving them the preference in appointments to public office, had not 
been enforced. Many worthy veterans who were experts in the positions 
filled by them had been discharged in open disregard of the law. He 
said the Committee was laboring to secure such legislation as would 
insure the retention of worthy and capable veterans, and that they 
had confidence in the future. 

The report recommended the establishment of a permanent head- 
quarters, the Commander believing that a permanent place for the 
archives and records of the Order should be provided. He suggested 
that if the comrades are not yet ready to locate headquarters, they 
might select a place at some central point, where a fire-proof vault 
could be had, and if necessary a custodian for the archives and 
property appointed ; the custodian to give a bond and furnish supplies 
to the Departments, keep the records arranged and classified, so as to 
furnish copies at any time. Such arrangements, he thought, would 
relieve the Adjutant and Quartermaster-General of much responsi- 
bility for the care of valuable property, constantly exposed to destruc- 
tion by fire and damage in transportation from one place to another 
every year. 

The Adjutant-General would thus be relieved from anxiety about 
the records, and could give more time to the actual duties of his 
position ; while the Quartermaster-General would become solely 
custodian of the moneys, and the disbursing officer of the Order. 

The manly and dignified utterances of the Commander concerning 
pensions are so well worthy of perusal, that we quote verbatim from 
his address : 



584 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC 

PENSIONS. 

Pensions are paid by all civilized nations, and are the natural results of war. 
They are recognized in this country by enactment of law, and they are granted 
under law on complying with certain requirements, and when the requirements 
have been faithfully complied with, and the pension certificate issued, it was 
supposed and justly believed that was final, and that the pensioner was not 
subject to the whims or caprices of oflBcials. Recently, however, we find scores 
of worthy veterans, some above the age of three score and ten, yes, four score 
years, many suffering from wounds received on the battle-field, or disease 
incurred while in the service of their country, or other disabilities which are 
covered by law, cut off" from the pension roll without first making proper 
investigation. 

By a very large majority the Fifty-first Congress passed what is known as the 
disability bill, which was supplementary to previous enactments of a similar 
nature. The vote was one which convinced everyone that the country wanted 
the bill to become a law. It received the signature of the President and became 
a law on the 27th day of June, 1890. The law was considered a wise one and 
has given general satisfaction. 

As you are aware, during the past three years, some of those who were not the 
friends of our country during that mighty contest from 1861 to 1865, have 
taken every means within their power to create a public sentiment against 
pension laws and pensioners. It is hardly necessary to state that many of those 
who were and still are the most bitter in their denunciations and abuse, do not 
confine themselves to facts, and most of them were not in the array on either 
side. 

Unwarranted statements are made against the pension roll. No facts are 
advanced to substantiate the statements made, and more recently we learn that 
thousands of worthy soldiers, who at large expense have proved their cases to 
the satisfaction of the Pension Bureau, have had their pensions stopped upon 
one pretext or another, notwithstanding they are placed upon the pension roll 
after a prolonged and most critical examination and investigation, often extend- 
ing through many years. 

The pension laws of our country aflfect the interests of veterans of various 
wars, but somehow this indiscriminate taking away of pensions affects only those 
who served in the war against treason and rebellion. 

The Mexican war culminated in extending the area of human slavery. 
Thousands of those whose names are on the pension roll as pensioners of that 
war never reached the seat of war, to say nothing about non-participation in 
battles. Still, a liberal pension has been granted to those who enlisted in that 
war, irrespective of disabilities in any form or regard for length of service, or 
the financial circumstances of the applicant. Not a word is said against this 
class of pensioners, and every one who enlisted in that war and served thirty 
days is pensionable. 

In the late war against treason and rebellion, which required the services of 
many of the veterans for more than four years, and which was waged to maintain 



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the integrity of our country and retain it on the map of the world, and keep 
our flag from stain and dishonor, and to secure equal rights and justice to all 
men ; and which made our currency good and our bonds worth in gold more 
than their face value ; these men are abused and traduced as soldiers of no other 
war have ever been. 

The disability measure of 1890 was essentially a G. A. R. measure, and was 
enacted into law in place of the " service " or the " per diem " bills, and a 
dependent pension bill passed by the Senate, because we favored this as more 
nearly a just law than the more liberal ones that failed. 

The pensions are paid by a voluntary tax. No man need buy the articles 
taxed for this purpose. Every Southern State except one, to-day pays pensions 
to the men who fought against this Union, and our comrades in the South pay 
taxes on whatever property they own to pension Southern soldiers and do not 
complain of it. 

The patriotic people of our land firmly believe that the Government can not 
do too much for its defenders, w'ho are broken down in health by reason of 
privations, disease and wounds incident to war, and who are unable to earn a 
livelihood, or whose disabilities curtail their opportunities for earning a living. 

If army or navy service impaired the health of veterans so as to prevent them 
from earning a livelihood, or who are to-day suiFering or under expense on 
account of that service, the are justly entitled to all the Government, that has 
profited by such service, can give. Were it not for the services rendered by 
that great army, when the very existence of the country was seriously threatened, 
there would now be no country to fulfill the promises so generously made when 
almost certain disaster threatened to overwhelm the Nation. 

The proud boast of the veterans is that they fought for the preservation of the 
Republic, and while its perpetuity is their reward, our civilization demands that 
no defender of the Republic should be suflffred to die in a poor-house. 

NO DOUBTFUL LOYALTY. 

Neither does it favor any system that permits those whose loyalty was ever 
justly questioned to pass upon the merits of veterans w ho served honorably in 
the Union Army, or which takes away or cancels the payment of a pension 
lawfully granted without first investigating the case and permitting the pensioner 
to be heard, which should be done at the expense of the Government which 
demands the additional proof In such cases it would be but justice to inform 
the suspended pensioner what further steps the Government demands in the 
premises. No pension should be canceled until the Government has proved it 
fraudulent or undeserving. Action should be taken to secure the reinstatement 
of all worthy veterans who have been dropped or suspended from the pension 
roll. 

Concerning pensions paid to inmates of Soldiers' Homes, I am of the opinion, 
from a careful consicleration of the matter, that both the veteran and his family 
would be greatly benefited were the law so amended as to require the major por- 
tion of the pension money received by them to be paid direct to the wife or 



58G HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

Other dependent and I recommend this matter to the favorable consideration of 
the Encampment. 

The duty we owe to our country is paramount to everything else, and it is 
needless to assert that as an organization and as individuals the Grand Army of 
the Republic always champions the enforcement of the laws of the laud, and 
that its membership is sufficiently broad-minded not to narrow this down to 
pension laws only, but to apply it to every law on the statute books of the 
country. No class of citizens were more sincere, more determined in their 
efforts to enforce the laws than those, who, taking their lives in their hands, left 
home and friends and went out to support the same at the point of the bayonet. 
In that class you and your comrades of the war only are numbered. It should 
not be forgotten the veteran is also a citizen. There has nothing occurred since 
those terrible days to change your loyalty to your country. Loyalty now has 
the same significance it had when the roar of the cannon was first heard in 
Charleston harbor, when traitors did their utmost not only to defy the laws, but 
to destroy this great Nation. 

The Grand Army of the Republic is unalterably opposed to the granting of 
pensions to persons who are not justly entitled to pensions under the law. But 
these remedial statutes should receive a broad and generous construction so as to 
carry out the humane intentions of the law-making power. 

In speaking of Memorial Da}', he said : — 

This day, sacred above all others to the veterans of the Union army, was more 
generally observed this year than ever before. There is scarcely a cemetery 
where the Union dead lie buried which was not visited. In the South, at the 
great national cemeteries, near the fields where our comrades fell and now have 
a final resting place, impressive exercises were held to commemorate their ser- 
vices of devotion, loyalty and patriotism. In many localities those who fought 
on the wrong side joined, and with willing hands assisted in strewing flowers 
and evergreens on the graves of our country's dead. 

While the day is being thus observed, there is a tendency in some localities 
to pervert the use of it from that for which it was intended. While it is a legal 
holiday in most States it should not be permitted to lay aside "its solemn and 
beautiful rites, which appeal to the kindlier and gentler instincts of the great 
masses." 

It is to be regretted that it is fast becoming the custom to observe this day 
with amusements — horse-racing, base-ball, bicycle and boat contests. In close 
proximity to some of the national cemeteries on last Memorial Day, the 
solemnity of the exercises was disturbed by the shouts of those just outside the 
grounds, engaged in sports of the description named. All this has a tendency 
to distract the attention of both the young and old from the patriotic lessons 
which are taught by the honoring of our heroic dead. 

Were the whole people invited to join us in memorial services, and the day 
made one of tender memories, not only for the veteran, but for the dead of the 
entire Nation, it would soon become universally observed. 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 587 

The men who composed the army against which you fought were some of the 
bravest and most devoted soldiers that ever carried a musket or drew a saber. 
To-day the great body of them are anxious to see all animosities of the late war 
forever disappear. They are now a part of our grand citizenship, earnestly 
striving to advance the interests of our common country, and solidifying and 
perpetuating the principles underlying the Government and advancing the 
power and glory of the Nation. 

While recognizing only those principles for which we fought, the members of 
the Grand Army of the Republic stand ready to take by the hand every man 
loyal to the flag and what it typifies Comrades, let us continue to do our part 
in stimulating and fostering a broader and higher sentiment in this regard, and 
thus show to the world that we are worthy for having served our country in the 
great war for the Union. 

The report of Adjutant-General Gray shows the total membership in 
good standing, June 30th, 1893, to be 397,223; number of Posts, 7,626 
and 45 Departments. In addition to the membership in good standing 
there are returned delinquent, 4,670, and remaining suspended, 41,661. 
The delinquents are such as are in good standing, have paid dues, and 
but for the neglect of Post officers would be so returned. The 
suspended list contains those who have failed to pay dues, but they 
should properly be considered members of the Grand Army of the 
Republic. Adding these figures to the number in good standing, 
makes the total number borne on the rolls of the Grand Army to-day, 
443,554. Large numbers of undesirable names have during the past 
year been dropped, yet, notwithstanding this, the total loss is only 
about two thousand, which is certainly a creditable showing. Gain by 
muster during the year, 24,954. The report gives the number of Posts 
and members in each of the Departments, the membership of the 
Order for each year since its foundation, and makes the statement that 
since the records have been kept, there has been expended by the Grand 
Army of the Republic in charity the enormous sum of $2,500,000. 

The report of Quartermaster-General John Taylor, made by his 
successor, General Louis Wagner, shows the receipts for the past year 
to have been $21,840; expenses, $9,653; balance in the treasury, 
$12,187. There remains in the Grant Monument Fund, $8,758; total 
contributions to the flag fund, $137,403 ; number of flags issued, 
52,258; amount remaining in the flag fund, $714.95. 

At this juncture the question of the meeting place for next year 
came before the convention, and the honor was awarded to Pittsburgh. 

The Encampment then proceeded to the election of officers. Past 
Commander-in-Chief Merrill, in an eloquent speech presented Captain 
John G. B. Adams, of Massachusetts, for Commander-in-Chief. General 



588 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

Hurst liad been proposed and warmly supported by the Ohio delega- 
tion for the place, but seeing that the tide was setting toward the 
Massachusetts man, General Hurst withdrew his claims, and gracefully 
seconded the nomination of Comrade " Jack " Adams, who was then 
elected by a unanimous vote of the Encampment. 

There was a general agreement that the honor of second place, 
Senior Vice-Commander-in-Chief should go to Col. I. N. Walker, Past 
Department Commander of Indiana. His election was also made 
unanimous. 

A lively struggle was expected for the position of Junior Vice- 
Commander. J. C. Bigger, of Dallas, Texas, William James, of Florida, 
J. R. Mulliken, of New Jersey, and J. C. Kennedy, of Colorado, were 
placed in nomination. " Captain Jack " Crawford, the " Poet Scout," 
made a rattling speech in support of Comrade Bigger, which won the 
favor of the Encampment. Accordingly all other names were with- 
drawn, and Comrade Bigger was elected by acclamation. Rev. A. B. 
Kendrick, of West Liberty, Iowa, was elected Chaplain-in-Chief, and 
Dr. James R. Graham, of Maryland, Surgeon General. The selection 
of all the officers was made unanimous. 

While the afternoon session was in progress, the cohirades were 
entertained by the visit of a delegation from the Ladies of the G. A. R. 
One of the ladies read a pension resolution which had been adopted 
by their convention. 

So harmonious was the woik of the Encampment that more business 
had been done the first day than ever before in one session. The 
reports of officers had been received, officers for the coming year elected, 
and a large amount of routine business transacted. 

When the Encampment opened Thursday morning, September 7th, 
a resolution presented by Comrade Warner was passed, thanking 
Commander-in-Chief Weissert for his able and enthusiastic work 
during the year past, and commending him for the manly and loyal 
utterances in his address touching the pension question. Another 
resolution was also adopted to: — 

Approve the plan of the National Reunion Monument Association of 
Washington, D. C, for the erection in the National Capital of a memorial to 
the rank and file of the Union armies, navy and marine corps, who fought for 
the suppression of the Rebellion from 1861 to 1865. 

It was then announced that the committee of the National Woman's 
Relief Corps was in waiting to bear the greetings of that organization 
to the Encampment. The visitors were escorted by Comrade Warner 




JOHN GREGORY BISHOP ADAMS, 

Commander-in-Chief Grand Army of the Repcblic, 1893-94. 

Was born at Groveland, Mass., October 6th, 1841. He was educated in the public schools, 
and before he was nineteen years old he enlisted in Major Ben. Perley Poore's Rifle Battalion, 
which was made the nucleus of the 19th Massachusetts Regiment. He served through the war, 
rising to the rank of Captain, which title he won for gallant service at the battle of Gettysburg. 
He participated in every march, and was engaged in every battle of the Army of the Potomac 
in which his Regiment took part. At the battle of Fredericksburg he displayed the most 
conspicuous gallantry of his military career, seizing the standards of his regiment and bringing 
them both off the field safely after eight color bearers had been killed. In the second day's 
fight at Gettysburg, he received two wounds in the groin, either one of which was supposed to 
be mortal. He was borne from the field to die, and the surgeons gave up his case as hopeless. 
But his splendid constitution and indomitable pluck brought him back from the grip of death, 
and he rejoined his Regiment again in November before his wounds were fully healed. In fact 
his wounds have never entirely healed, and as late as 1888 he was prostrated almost to death's 
door by the breaking out of the wounds afresh. At Cold Harbor he was captured with his 
Regiment, and for nine months he suffered the miseries of Southern prisons, part of the time 
being spent in Libby and Andersonville. Captain Adams has filled a responsible position in 
the Boston Custom House, was for eight years Postmaster of Lynn, and has been Deputy 
Superintendent of the Concord Reformatory. In 1885 he was made Sergeant-at-Arms for the 
Commonwealth of Massachusetts, which position he held at the time he was elected Commander- 
in-Chief. Captain Adams was the first recruit mustered into Post 5, of Lynn, served three 
terms as its commander, and was one year Department Commander of Massachusetts. He has 
been for many years President of the Association of Survivors of Rebel Prisons. In all his 
positions, military and civic, Captain Adams has won the respect of his superiors and the 
esteem of his subordinates, and he will render to his comrades a faithful account of his steward- 
ship of the great Organization of which he is now the head. 

(589) 



590 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

of Missouri and others, the comrades standing as the ladies passed up 
the aisle. 

The delegation was lieaded by Mrs. Mary Sears McHenry of Iowa. 
There were also present, Mrs. Flora Jamison Miller, of Illinois, Mrs. 
Elizabeth A. Turner, of Massachusetts, and Miss Fannie A. Hazen, 
Secretary of the Army Nurses' Association. 

Mrs. McHenry made a report as the " Auxiliary " of the G. A. R., 
and Mrs. Miller made a speech which was loudly applauded. 

The Encampment now found itself face to face with the one over- 
shadowing subject of the meeting, namely, the pension question. The 
attention of the whole country has been directed to the G. A. R. as an 
organization ever since the trouble wntli Farnham Post of New York, 
and the meeting of the Encampment has been awaited with intense 
interest. 

There had been some speculation as to what action would be taken 
in regard to the suspension of Farnham Post and it was anticipated 
by some that delegates representing the Post would make a stir during 
the meeting of the Encampment ; but, nothing of the kind occurred, 
and the only reference Commander Weissert made to that episode, if 
indeed it was such, was this: — 

No organization is worthy to exist unless it has laws for its government, and 
rules for perpetuating its own life. It has been my endeavor to encourage the 
enforcement of the laws of the Grand Army of the Republic, and in this I have 
had the co-operation and hearty approval of every loyal comrade. 

This sentiment was cheered to the echo. 

The friends of the Order have never doubted that the decision of 
the G. A. R. would be loyal, dignified and in thorough keeping with 
the characters of those men who gave the best yeais of their lives to 
the service of their country. Col. I. N. Walker, chairman of the 
Committee on Pensions, presented a carefully prepared report. Every 
word was listened to with breathless interest and scarcely a ripple of 
applause until he had finished, and then the whole Encampment 
broke into such a volley of cheers as is rarely heard at a National 
Convention. 

As the pension resolutions are of interest not only to members of 
the G. A. R., but to all good citizens, and as their publication should 
do much to stifle the tongues of that class of people who look with 
prejudice upon the old soldier, and who have the temerity to impugn 
his motives, we deem it best to reproduce the resolution in full. 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 591 

THE PENSION RESOLUTIONS. 

Your committee on pensions begs to submit the following report and resolu- 
tions on the subject of pensions : 

" To bind up the Nation's wounds ; to care for him who shall have borne the 
battle, and for his widow and orphan." Thus spoke Lincoln, the Great — 
Lincoln, the Just — standing reverently, with uncovered head in the immediate 
presence of a cruel and devastating war that had already lasted four years, the 
end of which, although so near, his prophetic vision was not able to see; 
speaking to, for and by the authority of the American people, concerning one 
of the supreme duties of the hour and the future, when entering for the second 
time upon the discharge of a trust committed to him by that people. 

Within a few short weeks that end so long hoped for had come, but his dying 
eyes were not privileged to see the full fruition of his labors, the work so well 
begun and carried on by him, fell into other hands, charged with all the trusts 
that the condition implied and required, and those who had " borne the battle " 
after so many days " turned their happy feet toward their long deserted homes." 

A grateful Nation met and received them, and gladly showered upon them 
the plaudits and the honors they had so well and hardly earned. 

These " bearers of the battle " were then, in the main, in the prime and vigor 
of young manhood, with all the honors and possibilities of life before them, 
with all the hopes borne of lofty courage and patriotic and successful achieve- 
ment beating high in their bosoms, and they little needed, and still less cared for 
material aid from the country they had preserved and made free, save where 
loss of life or limb, or impaired health and broken constitutions were presently 
visible, and for such, in the main, ample and prompt provision was made by that 
country. 

But as the years passed by, middle life too frequently developed into prema- 
ture old age, and youth passed into riper years with galloping feet, and alas ! 
too soon the exultant and hearty soldier found that in the race of life there 
were weights upon his feet and burdens upon his shoulders, as the result of 
premature and over-heavy draughts upon his vitality that sadly interfered with 
successful competition in the crowd and jostle of the fierce struggle for advance- 
ment. And still the Nation sought to keep abreast of the necessities of her 
heroes, and by additional enactments to measurably make provision for the 
necessities of those who had borne the battle. 

A quarter of a century had elapsed. The young had become old, the middle- 
aged had become feeble, and the old had crossed the river. Time with its 
ruthless fingers had joined hands with the ravages of war, and the two combined 
had proved a burden upon the aging soldier greater than he could bear, and the 
cry went abroad that in too many instances for the credit, honor or good name 
of the Nation, many who had followed the flag and faced the fiery furnace of 
battle, had in want fallen by the wayside, and in the poor-houses were looking 
longingly for the relief and comfort of the grave. 

Their sympathizing comrades and a patriotic people, with one accord, voiced 
the sentiment that such was not a humane administering of the sacred trust 



592 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

recognized and announced by Lincoln. As to what the remedy should be, men's 
minds differed. Many, possibly a majority of the survivors of the war, believed 
that the time had fully come when the name of every honorably-discharged 
survivor should be placed upon the pension-roll. Others, denying the right that 
they should receive aught from their country through the pension-roll, stoutly 
resisted his demand. 

It was under such circumstances and dealing with these conflicting opinions 
that Congress enacted the disability pension law of June, 1890. This act was 
accepted by the surviving soldiers and by the people in general as a settlement 
of the question. Under the administration of that law the poor-house gave up 
its veteran ; he who had borne the battle was cared for, and thus the sacred 
trust accepted and left as a legacy to the Nation was faithfully administered. 

Within a few months we hear with profound sorrow and regret that all this 
must be changed. That the construction of the law has been changed, and the 
regulations and rules in regard to proof and ratings under which more than 
300,000 claims have been allowed and paid have been revoked, and another 
construction of the law has been established and new regulations for proof and 
ratings, less favorable to claimants, have been adopted. That a board of 
revision has been organized in the Pension Office, charged with the duty of 
revising all these adjudicated claims in accordance with this new construction, 
and such changed regulations as to proof and ratings. Under these changes 
thousands of pensions have been suspended without notice, and thousands of 
pensioners have been dropped from the rolls. It is claimed that an adjudication 
of a pension settles nothing ; that the Secretary of the Interior and Commissioner 
of Pensions are invested by law with absolute power over the pension-roll, and 
that it is within their legal authority to reopen and revise pensions allowed by 
their predecessors under regulations adopted by them, whenever they see fit to 
change the rules of evidence and the scale of ratings under which the allowance 
was made, and this in a country of law, where, from the very infancy of the 
Government, the United States, by its organic law, is in terms denied the right 
to deprive any person of property without due process of law, notice and an 
opportunity to be heard, and where, in every other relation and condition of life 
fraud is never presumed, but must be clearly proved, and every person shall 
have the right to face his accuser. To emphasize the viciousness of the situation 
and accusation, we learn that it is said, as though by authority, that "it is 
expected that any of the pensioners so summarily suspended or dropped, will be 
able to prove that they are still entitled to the pensions of which they have 
been deprived;" thus saying in no uncertain voice that the burden is not upon 
the party alleging fraud, but that the Government which they had preserved 
shall first brand with infamy by the charge, then sentence, and after the stigma 
had been effective, then concede to them, whose barriers and support of character 
have been thus undermined, the pitiful privilege of moving for a new trial upon 
the ground of newly discovered evidence ; and this not upon strangers, aliens or 
foes, but upon our own flesh and blood, our comrades, the saviors of the Nation, 
those who in the language of Lincoln, the immortal, have borne the battle. 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 593 

We deny that the Secretary of the Interior and Commissioner of Pensions 
have any such power. We insist that the adjudicating divisions of the pension 
office, acting under the direction and supervision of the Commissioner of 
Pensions and Secretary of the Interior, are tribunals established by authority of 
law for the settlement of pension claims, and that their decisions are entitled to 
full faith and credit, and can not be legally impeached when a change of 
administration occurs, except for fraud upon charges preferred and evidence 
adduced in support thereof. We insist that when changes are made in the 
construction of the law, rules of evidence and schedules of rating unfavorable 
to claimants, they must and should be limited in their operation to the future 
work of the office, and not the past. An ex -post facto regulation is as repugnant 
to our sense of justice as an ex-post facto law, and. we protest against the adoption 
and enforcement of any such regulations in the matter of pension claims. 

Therefore, the Grand Army of the Republic, in National Encampment 
assembled, speaking for that great array of beloved comrades, many of them too 
poor, too bruised, too broken to withstand the strong arm of the Government 
when administered with an unfriendly hand — proud of the good name and fair 
fame of the American volunteer soldier — interested far beyond any other person 
or organization that the pension-roll shall in truth and in fact be, what it is in 
theory, a roll of honor, and ever mindful of its cardinal principle, " To preserve 
honor and purity in public aifairs," scouts and denies these indiscriminate 
charges of universal fraud, and resents the imputation that because some 
unworthy survivors may be found, that discredit shall be cast upon the entire 
roll, and this great body of brave and patriotic citizens shall stand disgraced 
before the country. We demand that there shall be no backward step in 
pension legislation or administration ; that no pensioner shall be deprived of his 
property without due process of law ; that the presumption shall be in favor of 
honesty and fair dealing ; that the poor and lowly shall not be put to unneces- 
sary, expensive or oppressive process to preserve their meager pittances ; that 
the sacred trust in favor of those who have borne the battle shall be sacredly 
observed and sacredly administered, and we do now solemnly and deliberately 
resolve this : 

The Grand Army of the Republic looks with solicitude, not to say alarm, 
upon the proposition that after sufficient tribunals have been established by law 
before which questions have been presented and adjudicated, upon evidence 
submitted and examined, and upon which a grateful Nation has accorded 
pensions in this, their hour of need, to those who in its hour of need stood 
between it and death, the officers of that Nation, administering a public trust, 
have arbitrarily deprived, without notice or an opportunity to be heard, 
our needy and distressed comrades of the rights thus solemnly adjudged and 
confirmed to them. 

We declare that every presumption should be made in favor of records so 
made ; that no presumption of fraud shall be indulged in against them, and 
that no change be made in the pensions so accorded until after charges have 
been made and evidence in support theerto has been produced, of which charge 



594 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

each pensioner has had full notice and a full and complete opportunity to be 
heard in support of the pension so accorded him. 

Resolved, That, as the Commissioner of Pensions, by his recent withdrawals 
of the obnoxious rulings which have been so generally condemned, has virtually 
acknowledged the incorrectness of such rulings, we deem it his further duty to 
at once restore to the rolls the thousands of pensioners now standing illegally 
suspended. 

The Grand Army can safely stand upon the record of this report 
which will receive the endorsement of every loyal member of the 
Order. The feeling on this question has been strong, many veterans 
have been cruelly wronged, and the Order has been bitterly maligned. 
They could have been excused had their resolutions even contained 
some violence and bitterness, but everything of this character is 
noticeably absent. Though smarting under gross injustice, their 
resolutions are manlj^ dignified and admirable in every respect, such 
as must command the support of every honest citizen of the Republic. 

A resolution of thanks was tendered to the citizens of Indianapolis 
for their good work in entertaining their guests. 

The newly elected officers were installed, and Commander-in-Chief 
Adams made a ringing speech which captured the Encampment. He 
announced Comrade James F. Meech, of Boston, as Adjutant-General, 
and Comrade Louis Wagner, of Philadelphia, as Quartermaster-General. 

Amid impressive silence, the Chaplain-in-Chief invoked the divine 
blessing, and Commander-in-Chief Adams declared the 27th National 
Encampment of the G. A. R. adjourned. Thus at 4.15 P. M. closed 
the most harmonious, most enthusiastic and entirely satisfactory 
Encampment the Grand Army of the Republic has ever held. 

Quickly the months pass by, and again we see long lines of excur- 
sion trains crowded with jolly soldier boys, G. A. R. delegations, aux- 
iliary organizations of women, and sight-seers, swiftly speeding 
towards the Smoky City, where the 28th National Encamp- 
1894. ment will be held. As the coming guests realize that the 
journey is almost completed, strong memories of thirty 
years ago are surging through thousands of hearts, for to many the 
hearty, loyal hospitality of Pittsburg is no stranger. 

When the dread stroke of the first war alarm sounded through the 
land, Pittsburg made welcome and comfortable the travel stained war- 
riors who poured in from the West on the way to Washington and 
other places of rendezvous in response to Abrham Lincoln's call ; so it 
is with grateful memories and a feeling as of home coming that many 
thousands of the survivors of the Civil War will to-day enter the 
Queen City at the head waters of the Ohio. 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC, 595 

Passing by all the wonderful changes and improvements which at- 
test the phenomenal growth of this vigorous city since 1861, there is at 
least one place which happily is now just as it was in war times, and 
no land mark will have more interest to the visiting veteran or appeal 
more strongly to the memories of the past. This place is Old City 
Hall on Market Street. What veteran who was so fortunate as to stop 
in Pittsburg on his way to the front, will not remember the warm wel- 
come extended by the Subsistence Committee in those days of trial and 
nervous dread ! What soldier w^ill fail to remember the glad surprise 
that awaited him when wounded and weary, or travel worn and 
hungry, he was guided by willing hands and sympathetic faces to the 
historic old hall ! And can he ever forget the long tables of good 
cheer that greeted him, the fair hands that were ever busy to attend 
to his comfort, banish his hunger, and send him off again with renewed 
spirit, body refreshed, haversack well packed, and with a hearty *'God 
bless you," falling pleasantly and gratefully upon his ears, soon des- 
tined to hear the din of battle? 

And if in those days, a generation ago, the welcome extended to the 
stranger boy in blue seemed to him hearty and loyal, what will be the 
welcome of Greater Pittsburg when he comes again, not as a part of 
Uncle Sam's Army on the way to the front, but as an honored guest, 
a member of the victorious host, whom Pittsburg and every other loyal 
city throughout all our broad land would delight to honor? 

The Pittsburg of to-day has fairly outdone herself, and over-reached 
her own famed hospitality. She has determined that the visiting 
hosts shall all go away with feelings warmer yet and a more grateful 
appreciation of her large hearted hospitality, in these days of peace, 
than even the memories of Old City Hall, in those days when the 
clouds of war overcast the sky. Nor were the visible signs of the wel- 
come awaiting the visitors lacking. On every hand, from almost every 
building, and every show window, flags and bunting and banners and 
pictures hung in profusion. Old Glory seemed everywhere, from the 
roofs of sky scraping buildings, from every window and doorway, 
from lofty flag-staffs, from the masts of vessels, everywhere it could be 
seen throughout Pittsburg and Allegheny, and even in miniature on 
the person of every citizen, the flag was displayed. And such crowds 
of people! The advance guards began to pour in Sunday evening; 
by Monday the city was full, and by Tuesday morning the day of the 
parade, the visitors were fairly in possession. Fully 250,000 people 
thronged the streets of the Iron City. 

The first event of importance was the parade of the Naval Veterans 
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596 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

splendid appearance as they marched ; their sturdy bearing giving 
evidence of the fighting qualities that distinguished our Navy of 1801- 
1865. Several^members of the crew of the old war ship, Kearsarge, 
were in the parade, and their flag was freely cheered. In a carriage 
was Kohn K. Knowles of the Annapolis Association, who lashed Ad- 
miral Farragut to the mast at the memorable battle of Mobile Bay. 
The Jolly Tars established their headquarters in boats provided for 
their occupancy on the Monongahela, Rear Admiral B. F. Osbon 
commanding. 

In the afternoon the visiting ofiicers of the various organizations of 
women were tendered a most enjoyable carriage ride under the man- 
agement of the Ladies' Citizens Executive Committee, of which Mrs. 
Chas. F. Sherriff was chairman. Mrs. Sherriff was in charge of the 
carriage ride, and succeeded in giving her guests a most delightful 
excursion. 

On Tuesday, the 11th, the great parade which was the feature of the 
day, attracted thousands to the line of march ; every point of vantage 
was occupied ; even telegraph poles, awning poles, roofs and steeples 
were crowded with those anxious to see the old boys again in line. 

The parade was a success in ever}^ respect. The weather was per- 
fect, cool and clear, typical "Grand Army weather," streets in good 
condition, the line of march was well chosen, kept entirely clear until 
the last man had passed, and it must be said that never did the para- 
ders make a finer appearance or seem to more thoroughly enjoy it. In 
spite of the inroads which advancing age has made upon the health and 
strength of the surviving veterans, fully 20,000 stepped briskly over 
the line of march, and were reviewed by Commander-in-Chief Adams. 

The usual relics of interest attracted all eyes ; countless thousands of 
throats cheering the tattered battle flags, and the grey headed vets who 
carried them. Though the weight of years and the disability from 
diseases and wounds were sadly evident among them, the thrilling 
strains of martial music and the enthusiasm of the moment, seemed to 
lift the old soldiers above all bodily aches and pains. Their appear- 
ance in the march was most creditable. 

It has been suggested that the parade should be abandoned, but it is 
probable that it never will be. Past Commander-in-Chief AVeissert, 
when asked on this subject replied, " Encampments will be held and 
the veterans will continue to march so long as there is a man able to 
walk," and this seems to be the spirit which animates the great 
majority. After the parade was over, re-unions and hand shakings 
and cordial greetings and the general enjoyment of everybody was 
the order of the day. 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 597 

THE CONVENTION. 

The first session of the 28th National Encampment was opened on 
Wednesday, September 12th, at half-past ten. The veterans were wel- 
comed by Governor Pattison, followed by Mayor McKenna, of Pittsburg, 
and Mayor Kennedy, of Allegheny. Ready cheers greeted each speaker. 
At the conclusion of these addresses, Col. A. P. Burchfield presented 
Commander-in-Chief Adams with a gavel that was emblematic and of 
great historic interest, made of wood from Fort Sumpter and Appo- 
mattox, Gettysburg and Libby Prison, bound with metal from the his- 
toric cannon. The famous table from Appomattox on which General 
Lee signed his surrender to Grant was also presented in the name of 
Mrs. Custer, as the presiding table for the Encampment. Commander 
Adams responded in graceful, earnest and well chosen words, con- 
cluding with a glowing peroration to the flag, and expressed his hope 
that in a short time there would be no confederate flag, but only one, 
and that Old Glory, waving over the whole country from Maine to 
California. This fairly brought down the house, the applause lasting 
several minutes. Then followed a scene that was probably never wit- 
nessed before in a Grand Army Encampment. Before the applause 
which greeted Commander Adams' closing words had subsided, he led 
forward and introduced Hon. Henry Watterson, the eloquent orator, 
and editor of the Louisville Courier-Journal. As Mr. Watterson ad- 
vanced to the front of the stage, he began by saying, "And I say. 
Amen, to every word uttered by the grand Commander about the flag. 
I have come here to-day an undoubted American to lay at the feet of 
American manhood the tribute of respectable homage. I have come a 
willing witness to the bravery of the American soldier. I have come 
bringing a message from your countrymen on the other side of the 
line, but whose hearts beat in hearty response to yours, and who 
want to see you." The silver tongued Kentuckian continued his ad- 
dress on behalf of the citizens of Louisville, Kentucky, inviting the 
Grand Army to hold its next Encampment in that city. As he talked 
the spell of his eloquence possessed the great concourse, thrilling the 
vast audience like waves of magnetic impulse. So earnest was his 
emotion that at times, as the eloquent words poured from his silver 
tongue, tears were forced from his eyes and trickled down his cheeks. 
His address throughout was punctuated with the most tremendous ap- 
plause, and he closed amid such cheering as could have rarely greeted 
his ears. We regret that space will not permit us to quote more largely 
from the address of this eloquent Southerner, whose efforts and whose 
life have probably done as much as any other one man toward healing 
the animosities engendered by the war, drawing together the sections 



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698 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

of our torn country, and building up a new patriotism knowing no 
South, nor North, nor East, nor West. 

One paragraph we cannot refrain from quoting. Said Mr. Watterson, 
referring to Louisville: 

" You will find there engaged in business rivalry, men who fought side by 
side in the imminent deadly breach ; engaged in equal partnership, men who 
were introduced to one another out of the mouths of hostile cannons. You will 
find there wearing the same uniforms and exchanging kindred countersigns men 
who in moments of conviviality sometimes forget on which side they fought in 
the war of the sections, happy in a comradeship, never to end this side of the 
grave. You will find there a valorous little army of embryo heroes who have 
somehow got so mixed up in their cradles that no one of them can tell which 
grandpa it was that wore the blue and which that wore the gray, but who can 
lisp their determination to lick all creation when they get big enough to wear the 
crossed swords that hang on the wall in silent proof that they came of good fight- 
ing stock. We, like you, love our country. Our dearest aspiration is to see it 
great and strong. It has weathered all the dangers that in times past assailed 
feudal systems and dynasties ; it has weathered all the dangers that spring from 
the public conditions of our being; the dark shadow of slavery and the baleful 
menace of disunion ; the conflict of jurisdiction between the State and the 
federal power, and the confusion attendant upon disturbed interpretations of the 
organic law, the issues that made the war of sections possible have passed 
away. They can never be resuscitated, but every age as every individual has its 
own problems to solve, its own crosses to bear, and those who are to come after 
us — who have already arrived upon the scene — will need to meet as we have 
met the responsibilities of life. That they will meet them bravely, nobly, I do 
believe, for I have faith not merely in them as our children, but in the destiny 
of American institutions. Yet, we must help them all we can ; and we can help 
them them in nothing so much as in impressing upon them the lessons of patri- 
otism and manhood which came to us out of the sturdy school of war. Thank 
God, the flag you will find there is our flag as well as your flag, the flag of a re- 
united people and a glorious republic to free men all over the world, at once a 
symbol and a pledge." 

After the withdrawal of the distinguished visitors, the Encampment 
went into secret session, Commander-in-Chief Adams read his address, 
and the other officers presented their reports 

The address of the Commander, thoughtful and patriotic in every 
phrase, was heard with the closest attention. Notwithstanding the 
fact that at the very beginning of his administration, Capt. Adams was 
stricken down by a dangerous, and what proved to be an almost fatal 
illness, resulting from his old army wound, which kept him in the 
hospital for four months, and which prevented his visiting the different 
departments, as is the custom, he kept in close touch through the mem- 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 599 

bers of his staff with the Grand Army in all parts of the Union, and could 
report the Order in as good condition as could be reasonably expected. 

He referred to the fact that the figures [»resented by the Adjutant- 
General showed that the Grand Army of the Republic has reached the 
beginning of the end, and that each succeeding year would show a 
gradual decrease in membership. The death roll for the present year 
is 181 in excess of the loss by death for last year, 'making a total of 
7,283. When we consider the advanced age of most of the boys who 
carried the musket thirty years ago, the increase of the death ratio 
really seems much lower than would be expected, amounting to only 
three per cent, over the loss for last year. Long continued business 
depression had also increased the suspended list largely, many of whom 
would probably be regained to the Order when prosperity returned. 
He was of the opinion that steps should be taken in the near future to 
re-organize posts and departments, because, as he explained, in army 
life when companies and armies were reduced in number, they were 
consolidated, and he thought something of that kind would have to be 
done with departments that are numerically weak. He thought it 
would be impossible, no matter how much effort was made, to recruit 
the ranks in the future as fast as the members would be mustered out 
by death. 

Memorial Day, Commander Adams stated, had been observed more 
generally than ever before. The system inaugurated at the 27th Na- 
tional Encampment for decorating Southern graves through the Quar- 
termaster-General had proven very satisfactory. He thought Memorial 
Day should not only be a day to honor the dead, but to teach patriot- 
ism to the living, but in order to do that the attention of the people 
must be secured, and that can only be accomplished by public exercises. 
He recommended that services of the most impressive character should 
be held in every national cemetery, that the lesson of the day should 
be explained to school children, and he thought that it would be a 
beautiful custom to have all the school children in the land, at the 
same hour on Memorial Day, unite in singing "America." He believed 
that too much attention could not be paid by Grand Army Posts 
toward proper patriotic exercises everywhere in the public schools, 
observing not only Memorial Day, but Washington's Birthday and 
Lincoln's Birthday also. 

To the auxiliary organizations of women the Commander paid a 
warm tribute. Regarding the Woman's Relief Corps he said : 

" They have never sought to lead the procession, but have always stood in re- 
serve ready to march up to the line when their services were required. Besides 
the great work of charity, they are seeking every opportunity to teach loyalty 



600 HIsiTOKY OF THK (iKAND AKMY OF THE KEPUBriC. 

to tlie children of our laud. For the first time this year the Woman's Relief 
Corps was officially re{)resented in the National Council of Women, by Mrs. 
Sarah C, Mink, National President, and Mrs. Kate B Sherwood, Delegate. In 
the deliberations of this noble organization of women, our Auxiliary took an 
important part." 

The following resolutions presented by Kate B. Sherwood, were 
adopted, and the National Council of Women pledged to carry out its 
provisions : 

" Whereas, There is a manifest need of primary instruction in constitutional 
government in our public schools, and of a more direct method of cultivating a 
broader spirit of nationality among the children of the country, based upon the 
Declaration of Independence and the principles of universal charity and equal 
rights inculcated therein ; therefore. 

Resolved, That the National Council approve of the great movement to teach 
patriotism in the schools of the United States, and of placing the flag over every 
schoolhouse and in every schoolroom in the land ; and that a committee on 
patriotic teachings in all the schools of the United States be added to the list 
of standing committees of the National Council." 

Continuing, said the Commander: 

" We are also indebted to the Woman's Relief Corps for the salute to the flag 
now given in many of the public schools throughout the loyal States. It is an 
inspiring sight to see the children standing with their right hand pointing to the 
flag, then carried to head and heart, and hear them say, ' We give our heads 
and our hearts to our country, one country, one language, one flag.' " 

Commander Adams's remarks on the Sons of Veterans show that 
this young and growing organization is attracting more attention from 
the old veterans. As time goes on they recognize that they must soon 
lay down the burdens, and they have awakened to the necessity of 
training the boys to take their places. Said he : 

" Upon assuming command of our Order, I began to look around for the best 
methods of strength. I saw that our comrades were growing old, and that the 
time was not far distant when all public exercises carried on by us must either 
be given up or transferred to others. I saw this body of earnest young men 
organized to help us, yet not called as in my own opinion they should be, into 
active service. Upon visiting their headquarters I was tendered the services of 
the organization by Commander-in-Chief McCabe for any duty, no matter how 
humble, the Grand Army of the Republic might require of them. During the 
year I have met them everywhere working to assist departments and posts, and 
believe in them we have an organization that will carry on our work when we 
lay it down. I do not believe they should ever become members of our Order 
in any way, and am of the opinion they do not ask or expect it. I believe the 
Grand Army of the Republic should cease to exist and live only in history, 
when the last comrade is mustered out, but our principles must live forever. 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 601 

" To conscientiously obey the laws of the land, encourage honesty and purity in 
public affairs, and to defend the flag of the Union, as the emblem of equal rights 
and national unity, is a work that any organization might be dedicated to. 
And to whom better can we leave this sacred trust than to our sons? * * * 
The Sons of Veterans are as loyal and true as were their fathers, and should 
the country require their services, they would respond as promptly to the call 
to arms. As our ranks grow thinner, let us urge them to strengthen theirs, so 
that this nation will ever have a reserve force of loyal men, organized and 
officered as our Order has been, ready as we are to march and support the 
constituted authorities of the United States whenever the services of the volun- 
teer are required." 

Concerning pensions the Commander had to say that: 
" The loyal, patriotic and dignified resolutions adopted by the Indianapolis 
Encampment had borne good fruit. The force of their irresistible logic had 
been felt in the National Councils. Referring to the statement made by the 
President in his message that thousands of neighborhoods had their well-known 
pension frauds, the Commander said extra examiners were employed and nearly 
all other work in the pension office suspended until they could be hunted down. 
As your Commander I called upon the comrades to assist in the work. The 
result as far as I can learn is that very few frauds were discovered, and when 
found were not cases where soldiers had defrauded the Government, but where 
some dishonest agent had victimized a poor ignorant widow and put the money 
thus obtained into his pocket. It was clearly the intention of the Congress that 
passed the act of June, 1890, to deal liberally and justly by the veterans, and 
the loyal people of the country were in full sympathy with them. Whenever 
a doubt exists the veteran should have the benefit of it." 

The Commander regretted that such had not been the policy of the 
pension ofl&ce. Medical examiners had been changed, old army sur- 
geons who understood the conditions of army life had been relieved, 
and in many instances their places filled by men not in sympathy with 
the veteran. Comrades with cases pending were dying every month, 
and the settlement, if it ever does come, will be too late for many 
thousands of deserving veterans. 

The Commander thought, however, that the veteran could not long 
be thus abused or neglected. The loyal people of the land he thought 
never believed in the Union soldiers and sailors more than they do to- 
day, and the politician who thinks he will win favor by underrating 
them or depriving them of what they are entitled to receive, will in the 
near future find his mistake and will feel very, very lonesome. 

The question of permanent headquarters was again touched upon, 
Commander Adams agreeing with many of his predecessors that some 
permanent place should be secured where the records and archives of 
the Order could be kept secure from fire or accident. 



602 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

Another subject which has been attracting the attention of the sol- 
dier element is tlie publishing of the records of volunteers. Com- 
mander Adams thought this was of the greatest importance, and he 
recommended that the new administration appoint a committee whose 
duty it would be to obtain from Congress an act authorizing the 
Secretary of War to publish the records in his oflBce of men who 
served in the army, navy or marine corps. These records are all 
classified and kept in the war department, and cannot be secured from 
any other source. 

In speaking to the question of law and order, Commander Adams's 
utterances show on what solid principles the Grand Army of the 
Republic rests, and the loyalty and patriotic devotion to our country 
and its organic laws, upon which its membership is based. 

The presence of anarchy and the importation of anarchists was 
touched upon by the Commander in no uncertain terms. 

"While we welcome all who intend to unite with us as American citizens, up- 
hold our Constitution and obey the laws of the laud, we have no room for those 
whose only desire is to destroy what has been secured by the blood and treasure 
of our people." 

The report of Adjutant-General Meech shows the total membership 
in good standing, June 30th, 1894, to be 369,083, divided among 7,163 
posts and 45 departments. Total gain during the year, 39,661. Loss 
by death, honorably discharged, suspension and other causes, 67,801. 
From these figures it would seem that the number of posts is less than 
a year ago by 463, and the total membership, in good standing, less by 
28,140. Total amount of money expended for charity from June, 
1893, to June, 1894, $203,780.10. 

The Adjutant-General questioned the practice that obtains among 
many posts of carrying members long in arrears for dues rather than 
suspend them. He thought it would be better for the Order that all 
members not in good standing should be dropped. 

Concerning the difficulty of getting prompt reports from depart- 
ments and posts, the Adjutant-General made the most pertinent sug- 
gestion that permanent headquarters and a permanent Assistant 
Adjutant-General would go far towards overcoming this trouble. 

The report of Quartermaster-General Louis Wagner shows : 

Receipts for the past year to have been, . . . $36,651.00 

Expenses, 23,081.74 

Total in the Treasury, 25,756.51 

The flag fund shows receipts of, 1,726.97 

Expenditures, 1,496.64 




THOMAS G. LAWLER, 
Commander-in-Chief Grand Army of the Republic, 1894-95. 
Waa born in Liverpool, England, on the 7th day of April, 1844. He came to Illinois when a 
child and received his education in the public schools of Rockford, 111. In June, 1861, at the 
age of seventeen, he enlisted as a private in Company E, 19th Illinois Volunteer Infantry; 
serving in this Regiment three years and three months. He was engaged in every battle in 
which his Regiment participated, and with the colors of the Regiment was the first man of his 
command over the Confederate works at the battle of Missionary Ridge, Nov. 15th, 1863. 
Comrade Lawler served as private, Sergeant, and was elected First Lieutenant but not 
mustered. He commanded his Company for two months daring the Atlanta Campaign, waa 
elected by the vote of his Company and placed upon the roll of honor by order of Maj. Gen. 
Rosecrans, then commanding the Army of the Cumberland. In 1876 he organized the 
Rockford Rifles, making it the most efiicient and best known military organization in the 
West. Was elected Colonel and commanded the 3rd Regiment Illinois National Guard for 
seven years, when he resigned in order to give younger oflicers a chance for promotion. He 
served as Postmaster at Rockford under Presidents Hayes, Garfield and Harrison, and is at 
present engaged in the lumber and coal business. Col. Lawler was one of the first members 
of G. L. Nevius Post, No. 1, Department of Illinois, G. A. R., which has a membership 
of nearly 600, and is the third largest Post in the Illinois Department. He served as its 
Commander for twenty-six consecutive years; was five years a member of the Department 
Council of Administration; served also as Junior and Senior "Vice Department Commander, 
and was elected by the unanimous vote of the Encampment to the oflice of Department 
Commander in the year 1882, his Po>-t refusing to accept his resignation as its Commander 
during the year of his service as Depatnr ent Commander. 



604 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

The report of Quartermaster-General Wagner, the reports of the 
officers and the reading of the Commander's address, consumed the 
forenoon and the first part of the afternoon. Reports of various com- 
mittees were heard, among them being the reports of the Pension 
Committee, which was of special interest, reasserting the stand taken 
at the Indianapolis Convention. 

The next meeting place was then taken up by the Encampment; 
St. Paul and Louisville being the chief contestants, but the persuasive 
eloquence of Watterson, and the enthusiastic efforts of the Louisville 
delegation, carried the day, and it was decided to hold the next con- 
vention south of Mason and Dixon's Line for the first time in the 
history of the Order. Nominations for officers were then made, and it 
soon became apparent that the struggle would be between Col. I. N. 
Walker, of Indiana, and Col. T. G. Lawler, of Rockford, 111. This 
closed the proceedings for the first day. 

. On the opening of the second session, Thursday, September 13th, 
various other nominations were made, and the Encampment then 
proceeded with the election of officers. When the vote was announced, 
Comrade Walker was found to have had 319 votes, and Comrade 
Lawler 330. Col. Walker came forward, thanked the Convention for 
its support, and then moved to make the election of Lawler unani- 
mous. With much enthusiasm and applause the motion was carried. 
In like manner also, Maj. A. P. Burchfield was elected as the Senior 
Vice-Commander-in-Chief; Chas. H. Shute, of New Orleans, Junior 
Vice; Oliver W. Weeks, of Marion, 0., Surgeon-General, and Rev. T. 
H. Haggarty, of Ransom Post, St. Louis, Chaplain-in-Chief. 

Commander-in-Chief-elect Lawler, in response to calls from the 
Convention, made an admirable little speech, expressing his appreci- 
ation of the responsibilities of the oflQce, and promising to do all 
that was in his power to follow worthily in the footsteps of his 
predecessors. 

During the morning session, the ladies' organizations made their 
customary friendly visit to the Encampment, and were received by the 
boys with enthusiasm and many tokens of appreciation. Gen. Fair- 
child, Col. Bosbyshell and Comrade McDowell were appointed by the 
committee to receive the visiting ladies. The Ladies of the G. A. R. 
were represented by Mrs. Emma Kennedy, Department President of 
Ohio, Mrs. Mary G. Reynolds, of Wisconsin, and Mrs. Frank Hubbard, 
Past Department President, of Illinois. Mrs. Hubbard made a brief 
but feeling address which was liberally applauded, and was responded 
to by Commander-in-Chief Adams. 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 605 

The ladies representing the Woman's Relief Corps were Mesdames 
Florence E. Barker, D'Arcy Kinne, Annie Wittenmyer, Kate B. Sher- 
wood, Conklin, Jones and Phillips. Adjutant-General Meech presented 
Mrs. Barker, who was received with cheers, and made one of her usual 
forceful, happy and acceptable speeches. She concluded by reading 
some of the statistics of the Order, showing the growth of the W. R. C, 
its present condition, and the fact that it had expended one million 
dollars since its organization for the relief of comrades and their 
families. 

Commander-in-Chief Adams returned the thanks of the Encamp- 
ment, and as the ladies were escorted out they were given three cheers 
and a tiger by the convention, 

A resolution of thanks to the citizens of Pittsburg, the Westinghouse 
Electric Co. and the press, was then drawn up and passed by the Con- 
vention. Past Commander-in-Chief Beath installed the officers elected, 
Commander Lawler made a brief address, and the new Chaplain-in- 
Chief Haggarty, closed the Encampment. 

Thus was all of the business dispatched in two days, being the best 
record for quick work yet made by the Grand Army delegates. 

Outside of the Convention, the time of the visiting thousands were 
taken up with many social gatherings, re-unions, public demonstra- 
tions, national sessions of the W. R. C, Ladies of the G. A. R., 
Daughters of Veterans, etc., which we have not here space to chronicle. 

One or two of the social events, however, should not be overlooked. 
The entertainment of the delegates of the Grand Army and the 
various organizations of women in the buildings of the Westinghouse 
Electric and Machine Co., at Brinton, was one of the most gorgeous 
and extensive affairs ever held. The buildings of the mammoth 
electric plant were prepared especially for the occasion, being decora- 
ted from floor to roof. Fully six thousand people were in attendance, 
special trains conveying them from the city. To many of the visitors 
the trip to Brinton itself was a revelation. The long lines of furnaces, 
indicating the mammoth iron industries of Pittsburg, were in them- 
selves an exhibition. 

But the great halls could be compared to nothing else so well as the 
splendid buildings of the World's Fair. Three halls, each 750 feet 
long, new floors and everything provided for the convenience and 
comfort of the guests, and such a brilliant gathering of chivalry and 
beauty as old Pittsburg never witnessed before, and will probably 
never see again, was a sight, which, by the thousands present, will 
long be remembered. 



606 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

An enthusiastic and very pleasant camp fire of the Sons of Veterans 
was held at Carnegie Hall, Federal Street, Allegheny, addresses being 
made by Grand Army men, Rear Admiral Osbon, of the Navy, and 
Commander-in-Chief Bundy of the Sons, whose sensible and patriotic 
Utterances showed that the Sons are fortunate in having a leader of 
whom they may well be proud. 

Another remarkable reception, which was not unlike the one given 
to Col. Henry Watterson at the Encampment, was accorded to another 
chivalrous and eloquent Southerner, Gen. John B. Gordon, by the 
Union Veteran Legion. Gen. Gordon was the first confederate soldier 
ever admitted into the Union Veteran Legion Hall. The reception 
accorded Gen. Gordon when he delivered his brilliant peroration to 
the flag, and expressed his own determination that of all true South- 
ern men to rival the men of the North or any other section in 
defending it, equalled in dramatic intensity any event of the week. 
Gen. Gordon also delivered his lecture, "The last days of the Con- 
federacy," at Lafayette Hall, on Tuesday evening, when the scene was 
again repeated; his patriotic utterances again and again arousing 
such storms of cheers that his voice could not be heard for several 
minutes at a time. 

The Naval Veterans Association Camp Fire, in Old City Hall, at the 
beginning of the week, was also an event of special interest and was 
largely attended. 

By Friday morning the visitors w^ho had thoroughly enjoyed them- 
selves, partaking liberally of the good cheer and hospitality so freely 
offered by the citizens and those of the delegates who had confined 
their attention to business, found themselves somewhat weary, and the 
excursion tendered to the delegates up the Monongahela River to the 
mammoth Homestead Steel Works was a pleasant and restful event, 
and a fitting close to the festivities of the week. Two large steamers 
were provided, to which delegates were admitted by tickets especially 
issued. The long tables on the lower decks were laden with good 
cheer, and the visitors felt more than ever the kind and watchful care 
of their hosts. 

The trip up the river was pleasantly passed in admiring the 
scenery, the many signs of commercial activity, in dancing to the 
inspiring strains of music, and in doing ample justice to the substan- 
tial array of viands. This was the last act of official hospitality, and 
it is safe to say that no eff'ort of Pittsburg's enthusiastic citizens was 
more appreciated. Almost five thousand guests were acommodated on 
the two boats. 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 007 

On arriving at the Carnegie Steel Plant, one hundred and fifty 
employees of the works were on hand with badges, to act as escorts. 
They received the visitors and guided them through the gigantic 
works, calling attention to the machinery, explaining the various 
processes by which iron is brought from the molten state into finished 
beams and girders ready for shipment. 

Every foot of the trip had an intense interest for the delegates, the 
boats landing at the identical spot where the "Little Bill" landed two 
years ago, on the morning of the bloody Homestead Riot. To 
thousands, the great shops were the sight of a life time, and never to 
be forgotten. The roar of the hundreds of wheels, the flying sparks, 
the sight of mammoth cranes picking up ingots of steel, weighing 
tons and tons, and handling them as if they weighed but ounces, the 
distracting noise of the great saws by which immense steel beams 
were cut in twain, all constituted a wonderland. The armor plate mill 
was naturally of great interest, much surprise being exhibited by 
many people at the immense slabs of iron which are to decorate Uncle 
Sam's warships. 

Reluctantly, the last tardy delegate hurried from the works and into 
the boats. The trip down the river was given up to merry-making, 
and when the two steamers were again tied up, with many hand- 
shakings and farewells, and with many promises to meet again in 
Louisville, the delegates left the boats, many starting at once for their 
homes, carrying with them most delightful memories and a sense of 
gratitude to old Pittsburg and her citizens that time can never efface. 

And now we have reached a point where the finished painting 

ends; and close at hand are the artists at work on the canvas of the 

never-ending Now, while beyond stretches the blank space of the 

future toward which they are moving. We watch the deft 

1895. manipulation of the brush, and under the master-strokes 
we see unfolding the vision of this current year. Whatever 
shadings the picture may receive before it is finished, the red, white 
and blue are the conspicuous colors in the grounding. 



RETROSPECTIVE MUSINGS. 

Standing at this end of the far-stretching canvas, we give one swift 
look backward over the years that we have just minutely reviewed. It 
is the vision of a warrior host whose swords are beaten into plough- 
shares, their spears into pruning-kooks. Let despots maintain their 
"standing armies"' clad in warlike array; our "Grand Army " wears 



008 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

civilian dress to-day, and yet it was never more unflinchingly ready 
to meet the emergency, should the emergency come. Let us hope that 
its battles may ever hereafter be, as now, the bloodless onsets of intelli- 
gent opinion, directed to the maintainance of the best government on 
earth — the Federal Union. 

Stationed along tlie line of the successive years we see the com- 
manders-in-chief, ever the bright figures in the fore-ground, who have 
led this invincible army of unity and peace. Call the roll of honor; 
Stephenson, Hurlbut, Logan, Burnside, Devens, Hartranft, Robinson, 
Earnshaw, Wagner, Merrill, Van der Voort, Beath, Kountz, Burdett, 
Fairchild, Rea, Warner, Alger, and at each name the flash-light of 
memory brings to view the face and form of a veteran soldier, a 
recognized master-spirit chosen by his comrades of the Grand Army 
to be for a time their representative and chieftain. 

Thirty years ago arch-traitors were holding counsel, plotting the 
final stroke that should overthrow the Federal government. If they 
could then have sought the cave of the "w^eird sisters" to demand 
that the mysteries of an unknown future should be revealed to them, 
the sight would have unnerved the arm of treason and paralyzed the 
project of rebellion. More prophetic than was the procession of kings 
in the vision of the doomed Macbeth would have been this procession 
of the commanders-in-chief of the Grand Army of the Republic, 
gliding before the spell-bound gaze of its presumptuous foes. 

INDIVIDUAL DUTIES OF EVERY COMRADE. 

In '65 the " returned soldier " was the central figure in Bvery 
village group. Many a man who went away an obscure volunteer 
returned to find the laurels of social distinction awaiting him. If 
before the war he had borne a reputation for " wildness," it was all 
forgiven him ; if for years afterward he accomplished little or nothing 
noteworthy, his "war record " still floated him on the crest of popular 
admiration. But there is a limit to the time that one may rest on 
his laurels. It is much to attain; it is more to sustain; and to-day 
the men who maintain the credit of the Grand Army of the Republic 
and keep its hold on the patriotic esteem of the people at large are the 
men whose later lives have honorably fulfilled the promise of those 
few brilliant years of conspicuous nerve and bravery. It is because 
they have " lived up to their record " that the record itself remains 
glorious; otherwise it would have become but a common-place mem- 
ory so far as it was associated with their individuality. The heroic 
element is not manifested on the battle-field alone ; it often finds its 
severest test under conditions the least resembling a conflict. To do 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 609 

may be the feat of one supreme moment, and under the stimulus of 
unique circumstances ; to be costs the effort of a lifetime, under all 
varieties of circumstances, sometimes in the face of sad discouragements 
or in the midst of insidious temptations. As the years pass on, each 
individual veteran is honored more and more for what he is, propor- 
tionately less for luJiat he was. Glorious as is the field record of the 
Grand Army of the Republic, the average of its claim to continued 
honor and respect is raised or lowered by the personnel of its member- 
ship, and each man in its ranks is responsible for some degree of 
variation in the scale. This fact, universally true of organized societies, 
is the strongest motive for that esprit de corps which is the life of all 
organizations. It is especially a motive for every one who has ever 
worn the blue to so order his private and public life that no dishonor 
shall ever fall on the veteran army to which he belongs. 

From '61 to '65 the soldier had a chance to show what he could do; 
from '65 to '90 he has been showing what he is. We are glad to 
believe that in this world full of erring human beings no class can 
show a better record, in respect of character development, than the 
veterans of the Union army. As individuals they are filling honorable 
positions in the State and in society, and helping to demonstrate in 
the every-day life of the nation the practical value of the principles 
for which they fought, and thus proving to a hitherto incredulous 
world that, in our country at least, no radical distinction exists between 
the soldier and the citizen. 

SPECIAL DUTIES OF THE LOYAL LEGION. 

Those who were in Philadelphia, on April 15, 1890, will never 
forget the celebration of the Twenty-fifth Anniversary of the Loyi.l 
Legion. " Ah, General I " " Hello, Colonel ! " " Well, Major !" were 
cheery greetings heard at every other step as we threaded our way 
through the smiling groups on Chestnut street. We felt curiously 
interested to study these types of the commanding element in our 
army, and we understood better than before ivhy these men were 
chosen chiefs. We reflected that the old Saxon word for King meant 
simply " the man who can." This potential force of character, which 
made the Loyal Legion the commanding spirits of the army, makes 
them also influential factors in the civil affairs of the nation. Since 
the war many of them have born the titles of distinguished civil office. 
" Governor," or " Senator," quite as often as " General," w^as heard in 
the greetings of these Companions; and the commander-in-chief this 
year, Ex-President Hayes, has filled the highest office in the land. 

During the war, the character of the commanding officer gave tone 
to his regiment, or brigade, or division. So, in the veteran army, the 



610 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

personal nobility and culture characterizing the Loyal Legion gives 
an example of the gentle manliness which the Grand Army in all its 
divisions may proudly emulate. 

When, on the evening of April IStli, we saw the Companions assem- 
bled in the Academy of Music, and especially that brilliant group 
upon the stage, we were impressed with this thought: tliat the com- 
missions in our army were not bought and sold for money, but 
officers wore the rank which their own merit won for them. Was the 
air within that beautiful auditorium electric? Or were we only 
thrilled by the presence of so much concentrated will-power? 

May the Companions of the Loyal Legion ever maintain their high 
standard of honor and courtesy, and ever faithfully meet their responsi- 
bilities as examples to the rank and file of the veteran army. 

Noblesse oblige. 



CHRONOLOGY BY DEPARTMENTS. 




I HE movement to establish the Order of the Grand Army of the 
Republic was far-reaching. Nearly every State in the Union was 
the scene of some effort in that direction in 1866-1868. In many 
cases the effort, for local reasons, was short-lived ; and in a large 
number of States the Permanent Departments formed in those earlier years 
were after a time discontinued, and remained extinct for a longer or shorter 
period. In the majority of the States, however, the Order has been revived, 
and the State Departments have been permanently reorganized. 

In the following outline the several departments are sketched in the order of 
their final Permanent Organization; that is to say, in the order of present 
seniority. 



DEPARTMENT OF ILLINOIS. 



This department was the starting-point of the Grand Army of the Republic, 
and was organized with the informality usual in initial proceedings, about 
March, 1866. 

Its definite claim to official authority was first shown in the issuing of a 
charter for the first Post of the Grand Army, located at Decatur, Illinois, and 
dated April 6, 1866, and signed by B. F. Stevenson, Commander of the Depart- 
ment of Illinois. 

For some reason this department, out of which the National Organization 
speedily grew, suffered serious relapse of local interest during the first few years 
of its existence. While other departments, especially in the east, were flourish- 
ing and enthusiastic, the Department of Illinois was barely kept alive by the 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 611 

persistent efforts oi a few comrades. The political disturbances, and the attend- 
ant confusion of ideas as to the aims of veterans' societies, which hampered the 
progress of the Grand Army everywhere at that period, may account for the 
apathy manifested in the Department of Illinois, from '67 to '72. 

The senior post of the department is Nevius Post, No. 1, of Rockford, 
chartered October 3, 1866, and having an unbroken record of existence, while 
123 other Posts chartered prior to this date were disbanded before 1872. Since 
the latter date, however, the department has steadily grown, and now ranks 
third in the number of its chartered Posts, and fourth in aggregate membership. 
The number of Posts in 1889, is 568. The aggregate membership in 1889, i& 
31,576. 

The effort to establish a Soldiers' Home was begun by the department in 
1884, and was immediately successful, an appropriation being secured from the 
Legislature. The Home is beautifully located at Quincy, 111. The State has, 
up to 1889, made appropriations amounting to over $600,000. 

By Act of Legislature, dated May 30, 1881, Memorial Day oecame a legal 
holiday in Illinois. 

The Department of Illinois had the honor to enroll Gen. Philip H. Sheridan, 
the general having been mustered into George H. Thomas Post, No. 5, of 
Chicago, in October of 1879. 



DEPARTMENT OF WISCONSIN. 



Permanent Organization, June 7, 1866, Gen. J. K. Proudfit first Department 
Commander. First Post chartered. Post No. 1, of Madison. The senior Post 
of the department now is Post No. 4, of Berlin, chartered September, 1866. 
Number of Posts in 1889, 250. Aggregate membership in 1889, 13,249. 

The State Soldiers' Home was established in 1887 by Act of Legislature. By 
a subsequent act during the same year, an appropriation was made of $3.00 pei' 
week for each individual received as an inmate of the home. Aside from this,, 
the enterprise has been carried on by the patriotic efforts of Posts, aided by the 
Woman's Relief Corps and many citizens. One special feature of this home is 
the admission of indigent widows of veterans. The home is located at " Green- 
wood Park," a tract donated bv the city of Waupaca, and lying about three 
miles out of town. 

Special Legislation, — Memorial Day was made a legal holiday in 1879. 

An Act passed by the Legislature on April 11, 1887, forbids the unauthorized 
use of the Grand Army badge, under penalty. 

An Act approved April 2, 1887, orders a tax not exceeding one-fifth of a 
Mill to be levied in each county, to provide a relief fund for veteran soldiers, 
the fund to be entrusted to a Soldier's Relief Commission, in order that no 
veteran in Wisconsin shall ever be sent to a poor-house. 

An Act approved April 8, 1887, provides for burial expenses of veterans whc 
die in needv circumstances. 



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DEPARTMENT OF PENNSYLVANIA. 

Permanent Organization, January 16, 1867, General Louis Wagner firs* 
Department Commander. First Post chartered, Oct. 16, 1866, as Post No. 1, 
of Philadelphia. Number of Posts in 1889, 585. Aggregate membership in 
1889, 44,781. 

The record of the Department of Pennsylvania is full of interest. Much of 
the stirring and vigorous action of the National Organization may be traced to 
the enterprising spirit of this department. A thoroughfare for marching troops 
during the war, Philadelphia has since been the scene of many impressive reunions. 

The Gettysburg Battle-field Memorial Association was incorporated April 
30, 1864. Ever since, as funds could be gathered, the Association have been 
purchasing the historic ground ; and although only a small part of the entire 
field has been thus secured up to date, the most conspicuously interesting spots 
are now the property of the Association. The national interest in this mournful 
victory is shown in the fact that contributions for the purchase fund and for 
monumental purposes have been made by at least fourteen States. The Gettys- 
l^urg field is the scene of the Annual Department Encampment. 

" Grand Army Day " is observed throughout the State each October, by local 
parades and reunions marked by social and patriotic spirit, and naturally has 
much to do with the sustained interest of the department. 

Through the efforts of the Department of Pennsylvania the Soldiers' and 
Sailors' Home was finally established at Erie, in the buildings originally de- 
signed for a marine hospital, and was opened on February 22, 1886. Extensive 
improvements have since been in progress. 

From 1862 to 1865 efforts were made to provide homes for Soldiers' Orphans, 
and charitable plans resulted in the founding, or developing, of several such 
homes and schools. In 1865 the Legislature began a course of conservative 
legislation for the support of these institutions. Their action in the matter from 
year to year, through the influence of the Grand Army, has been growing more 
and more liberal. The splendid results shown in these schools are a full justifi- 
cation of the enthusiasm of their projectors. 

Additional Legislation. — Memorial Day was made a legal holiday May 
26, 1874. By Act of May 13, 1885, appropriation was made for burial expenses 
of any indigent veteran. 

Gen. U. S. Grant was mustered into the Grand Army of the Republic, May 
16, 1877, as a member of George G. Meade Post, No. 1, of Philadelphia, just 
before his departure on his journey around the world. On his return, in De- 
cember, 1879, Philadelphia was the scene of a special reunion of the Grand 
Army in honor of its former chief. The demonstration was one of the most 
brilliant in the history of the Order. 



DEPARTMENT OF OHIO. 

Permanent Organization, January 30, 1867, Gen. Thomas L. Young first 
Department Commander. The Senior Post of this Department is Forsy^ix 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 613 

Post, No. 15, of Toledo, chartered November 19, 1866. Number of Posts in 
1889, 670. Aggregate membership in 1889, 43,487. 

Public Institutions. — The Soldiers' Orphans Home at Xenia was estab- 
lished by the Department of Ohio, but, owing to the depressed condition of the 
the Grand Army at that time, it was given over to the control of the State in 
1870. But the department maintains its interest in the Home, and the 
Woman's Relief Corps has also been a conspicuous factor in its success. 

The Ohio Soldiers' and Sailors' Home was projected in 1866 on a large scale! 
and in 1888 the first of the several buildings was opened. Others are in pro- 
gress. It is designed to provide accommodations for 1500 inmates, at a cost of 
over half a million dollars. 

Memorial Enterprises. — Buckley Post, No. 12, of Akron, is the only one 
of the Posts chartered during 1867, that has maintained its organization. This 
fact is commemorated by a beautiful memorial chapel, built on the plot of 
ground devoted to veterans' graves in the Akron Rural Cemetery, and dedicated 
on May 30, 1876. The chapel contains memorial tablets for Akron veterans, 
and several beautiful memorial cathedral windows. 

Memorial Hall, in Toledo, was dedicated on May 26, 1887. The same day a 
fine statue of Gen. James B. Steedman was also dedicated. A memorial building 
has also been erected at Zanesville, and another is projected in Columbus. 

The memorial idea seems to have taken a strong hold of Ohio, the Legisla- 
ture having authorized the issue of bonds, if needed, for this purpose. 

Additional Legislation. — Memorial Day has been made a legal holiday. 

The unauthorized use of the G. A. R. badge is forbidden, under penalty. 

By an Act of Legislature, similar in tone to the celebrated " 1754," preference 
in civil appointments is granted to veterans of the civil war. 

One of the National Military Homes is located at Dayton, Ohio, and was 
the scene of the National Encampment in 1880. 



DEPARTMENT OF CONNECTICUT. 

Permanent Organization, April 11, 1868, General Edward Harland first De- 
partment Commander. First Post, No. l,of Norwich, chartered February 15, 
1867. Number of Posts in 1889, 67. Aggregate membership in 1889, 6,841. 

Public Institutions. — Fitch's Home for Soldiers is the gift of the late 
Benjamin Fitch. Originally the farms and buildings were used for a Soldiers' 
Orphans Home, under the personal management of Mr. Fitch. Later, the 
property was donated to the State to be used as a Veterans' Home. Extended 
improvements have since been made. 

Special Legislation. — Provision is made by the State for free hospital 
treatment for veterans who may require it. 

Special provision is made to assist any child under fourteen years of age, who 
is the orphan of a veteran whose death was directly or indirectly the result of 
his army service. 

Memorial Day became a legal holiday in 1874. 



614 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

By Act of Legislature in 1883, the burial expenses of needy veterans are paid 
by the State. 

The property of all honorably discharged veterans, or of pensioned widows or 
mothers, to the extent of SIOOO is exempt from taxation ; and the soldier or 
sailor who suffers the loss of a limb in the service is exempt from property tax 
to the extent of $3,000. 

The unauthorized wearing of the Grand Army badge is forbidden, under 
penalty, by Act of Legislature in 1887. 

The principal memorial structure within the bounds of this department is the 
memorial arch, in Bushnell Park, Hartford, designed by George Keller, and 
erected at the expense of the city. The design is complex, and, for its architectural 
points and its commemorative features, deserves a close and intelligent inspection. 



DEPARTMENT OF NEW YORK. 



Permanent Organization, April 3, 1867, Colonel James B. McKean first De- 
partment Commander. First Post, No. 1, of Rochester, chartered 1867. Number 
of Posts in 1889, 595. Aggregate membership in 1889, 39,281. 

Public Institutions. — After a decade of fruitless effort, the New York 
State Soldiers' and Sailors' Home was finally started, a Board of Trustees for the 
same being incorporated May 15, 1876. The Home was located at Bath, Steu- 
ben county, and was formally opened on January 22, 1879. 

The Union Home and School for soldiers' and sailors' orphans has provided 
for over 6,000 children This Home was organized by private subscriptions, and 
mainly supported in the same way. 

Special Legislation. — An Act passed June 25, 1887, authorizes any town 
in the State to provide a relief fund for needy veterans or their families. 

Burial expenses for veterans are provided for, by Act of May 21, 1884. 

Memorial Day became a legal holiday in 1873. 

Unauthorized wearing of the Grand Army badge, or of the insignia of the 
Loyal Legion, is prohibited under penalty. 

By several Acts of Legislature, from 1885 to 1888, preference in employ- 
ment in public service, and protection from unjust removal from the same, are 
given to veterans of the civil war. 

By several Acts of Legislature, in '86, '87 and "88, the use of public money 
variously for monumental purpose is authorized. 

Other legislation facilitating the work of the Grand Army has occurred from 
time to time. 

Various associations, or "committees" of the nature of bureaus of employ- 
ment and relief for veterans, have been organized in different counties in the 
State. 

The Department of New York is conspicuous for its notable parades. On 
two great occasions the entire department has been in line; on the celebration 
of" Evacuation Day" November 26, 1883, and on the occasion of the funeral 
•f General Grant, on August 5, 1885. 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 615 

DEPARTMENT OF MASSACHUSETTS. 

Permanent Organization, May 7, 1867, Major A. S. Cusiniian first Depart- 
ment Commander. Senior Post of the Department, Post No. 1, of New Bed- 
ford, chartered October 4, 1866. Number of Posts in 1889, 197. Aggregate 
membership in 1889, 21,417. 

Public Institutions. — The Massachusetts Soldiers' Home was opened in 
1881, and has received the most cordial support from the State, and frctm 
Grand Army Posts, and notably from the Woman's Relief Corps and other 
patriotic women of Massachusetts. The property of the Home is located at 
Chelsea, and was formerly known as the Highland Park Hotel. 

The late date at which this Home was instituted might puzzle those who do 
not know that from the beginning of the war, in '61, the State of Massachusetts 
assumed the care of all her soldiers and their families, with the idea of render- 
ing aid in such a way that each veteran could stay in his own home so long as 
he had one. It was the growing number of really homeless veterans that made 
it necessary to add a Soldiers' Home to the other methods of dispensing relief. 
The same earnest patriotism that gave life to the earlier efforts characterizes the 
conduct of this later enterprise. 

In this connection it may be proper to state that the Department of Massachu- 
setts, which ranks sixth in aggregate membership, stands first among the depart- 
ments in the amount of relief annually disbursed by its Posts. 

Special Legislation. — Memorial day became a legal holiday in 1881. 

By Act of March 10, 1887, the unauthorized use of the G. A. R. badge is 
forbidden under penalty. 

By Act approved June 16, 1887, veterans of the civil war are preferred for 
civil appointments. Another echo of " 1754." 

The Department of Massachusetts boasts several very handsome Post Halls. 
The hall of General Lander Post, No. 5, is valued at $80,000. 

The first general parade of the Grand Army of the Republic took place in 
Boston in the autumn of 1867, the occasion being a reception to General 
Philip H. Sheridan. This demonstration aroused intense interest, and gave the 
Grand Army a favorable introduction to public favor. 



DEPARTMENT OF NEW JERSEY. 

Permanent Organization, December 10, 1867, General Edward Jardine first 
Department Commander. Senior Post of the Department, Kearny Post, No. 
1, of Newark, chartered December 6, 1866. Number of Posts in 1889, 111. 
Aggregate membership in 1889, 7,724. 

Public Institutions. — New Jersey established the first State Soldiers' Home, 
by Act of Legislature approved March 23, 1865. The idea originated with 
Governor Marcus L. Ward, who, in 1863, petitioned the Legislature to consider 
the matter. Governor Ward was identified with the project throughout tno 
remainder of his life, and his mantle of patriotic devotion has fallen on the 



61 G HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

shoulders of his son, Marcus L. Ward, Jr. The Home was first located Id 
Kewark, in buildings used in war times as a U. S. hospital. In 1886, on petition 
of the Grand Army Department, a generous appropriation by the Legislature 
secured a new site for the Home, in Hudson county, on the shore of the 
Passaic river, where it is now located. 

Special Legislation.— New Jersey also made liberal provision for its 
soldiers and sailors and their dependents, both during the war and since its 
close. Burial expenses are met by the State, when necessary 

Memorial day has long been a legal holiday. 

CoMMEMOKATiVE. — The most conspicuous memorial in New Jersey is the 
brouze statue of General Philip Kearny, at Military Park, in Newark. 



DEPARTMENT OF MAINE. 

Permanent Organization, January 10, 1868. General Geo. L. Beal, first 
Department Commander. Fii'st Post chartered at Bath, June 28, 1867, by 
charter from National Headquarters. Number '?f P*>«te ic 1889, 156. Affirre- 
gate membership in 1889, 9,363. 

Public Institutions. — The Bath Military ana Naval Orphans' Asylu»w 
was founded by the State, in 1866. 

Special Legislation. — An Act passed 1874 made Memorial Day a legal 
holiday. 

The State appropriates $35,000 a year for pensions to indigent soldiers and 
their widows and orphans. The sums thus paid range from two to eight dollars 
per mouth, according to circumstances. In case of necessity, burial expesses 
for veterans are borne by the State. 

An Act approved February 15, 1887, forbids the unauthorized wearing of 
the G. A. R. badge, under penalty. 



DEPARTMENT OF CALIFORNIA (INCLUDING NEVADA). 

Permanent Organization, February 21, 1868, General James Coey first Depart- 
ment Commander. First Post chartered in San Francisco, on April 22, 1867. 
The present senior Post of the department is Lincoln Post, No. 1, of San Fran- 
cisco. Number of Posts in 1889,111. Aggregate membership in 1889, 6.411. 

Public Institutions. — The Soldiers' and Sailors' Home at Yountville. Cali- 
fornia, was opened in 1884. The Department of California contributed largely 
to the funds for the enterprise. The State now supports the institution, out the 
board of managers is made up of comrades of the Grand Army, and veterans of 
the Mexican War. 

A branch of the National Homes has also been located at Santa Monica, 
California, which, when finished, will give shelter to all needy veterans in the 
Pacific coast region. 

Special Legislation. — Memorial Day became a legal holiday in 1880. 

Commemorative. — A unique memorial project is undertaken by Post 23, of 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. G17 

Stockton, California, that of building a monument to R. C. Gridley, the mer- 
chant of Austin, Nevada, who, during the war, raised a quarter of a million 
dollars for the Sanitary Commission by the device of selling over and over 
again at auction a thirty -pound bag of flour. According to the terms of an 
" election bet," Mr. Gridley, the loser, had been obliged to carry this bag of 
flour through the streets, to the great amusement of the crowd assembled as 
usual to witness the performance. At the favorable moment, when every one 
was ready for any jolly suggestion, the happy thought occured to Mr. Gridley to 
put the bag up at auction, for the benefit of the soldiers. The instant and 
overwhelming success that followed illustrates how a whimsical notion may 
sometimes be the starting-point of an intensely earnest endeavor. 

That the Grand Army should now plan a monument to a private citizen seems 
like a reverj^al of the usual order of things; but it is after all a grateful recog- 
nition on their part of the service rendered to the army by patriotic civilians, 
without which the prosperous conduct of the war would have been doubtful, if 
not impossible. 

The Department of California may be called the cosmopolitan department of 
the order, for it has this peculiar characteristic, doubtless due to the tide of 
emigration westward after the war, that its membership represents 1,564 regi- 
ments and batteries, and 128 war-ships, and every State and Territory that 
furnished any troops during the civil war. 



DEPARTMENT OF RHODE ISLAND. 

Permanent Organization, March 24, 1868, General A. E. Burnside first De- 
partment Commander. Senior Post of the department is Prescott Post, No. 1, 
of Providence, chartered April 12, 1867. Number of Posts in 1889, 21. 
Aggregate membership in 1889, 2,802. 

Legislation. — In 1885 the Legislature authorized the appointment of a 
Relief Commission to aid needy veterans and their widows and orphans, also, 
provision was made for a temporary Soldiers' Home. When necessary, the 
State assumes the burial expenses of deceased veterans. 

Memorial Day has been a legal holiday almost from its institution, and is 
observed with marked respect. 

The wearing of the badge or button of the G. A. R. by any other than a 
member of the Order is forbidden, under penalty. 

Memorial. — Prescott Post, No. 1, has led the department in the enter- 
prise of building memorial halls, and other Posts throughout the State are 
contemplating following the example of the senior Post. 

A colossal bronze equestrian statue of General Burnside has been placed in 
"Campus Martins," at Providence, and was dedicated July 4, 1887, with 
impressive ceremonies. A full parade of the department marked the occasion. 

The Department of Rhode Island has been distinguished for the cordial and 
"home-like" hospitality that it has so often extended to national oflBcers aud 
comrades of the Order. The little State is large enough, in area and in genero- 
sity, to welcome all who come. 



^18 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

DEPARTMENT OF NEW HAMPSHIRE. 

Permanent Organization, April 30, 1868, Captain W. R. Patten first Depart- 
ment Commander. Senior Post of the Department, Post No. 1, of Ports- 
mouth, chartered November 6, 1867. Number of Posts in 1889, 90. Aggre- 
gate membership in 1886, 4,984. 

Legislation. — Provision is made by the State for maintaining dependent 
Union veterans, or their widows and orphans, at their own homes, or in some 
place not a poor-house. 

A law was passed by the Legislature, forbidding the unauthorized use of the 
Grand Army badge, under penalty. 

Memorial Day was made a legal holiday in 1877. 

The Weirs Encampment. — Closely allied in interest to the Grand Army 
of the Republic, though formally distinct from it, is the annual reunion of New 
Hampshire regiments and the various veterans' societies within the State 
bounds. This reunion occurs during the last week of August, at the beautiful 
camp at Wiers, on the banks of Lake Winnipiseogee, where extensive improve- 
ments have given ample facility for the soldiers of New Hampshire to spend a 
delightful week devoted to patriotic reminiscence. This camp in all its appoint- 
ments is the finest one in the country. 



DEPARTMENT OF VERMONT. 



Permanent Organization, October 23, 1868, General George P. Foster first 
Department Commander. The first Post, Wells Post, No. 1, of St. Johnsbury, 
was organized .'auuary 10, 1868, the charter being issued from National Head- 
quarters, General John A. Logan, Commander-in-Chief This Post afterwards 
disbanded, but was reorganized as Chamberlain Post, No. 1, in 1880. The 
senior Post of the department, properly, is Post No. 2, of Burlington, chartered 
April 27, 1868, which has maintained an unbroken record. Number of Posts 
in 1889, 102. Aggregate membership in 1889, 5,113. 

Public Institutions. — The Soldiers' Home, at Bennington, was established 
by Act of Legislature in 1884. The trustees are mainly comrades of the Grand 
Army, and the resident superintendent is a Vermont veteran. 

The surroundings of the Home are peculiarly advantageous. The clear 
springs in the hills round about furnish an abundant supply of water for the 
buildings, and for one of the finest fountains in the world, throwing a stream to 
the height of nearly 200 feet. The beautiful scenery and the homelike atmos- 
phere of the place make it a welcome retreat for the worn and weary veteran. 

Legislation. — May 30th is a legal holiday in Vermont. 

An Act of the Legislature forbids the wearing of the G. A. R. badge, by any 
unauthorized person, under penalty. 



DEPARTMENT OF THE POTOMAC. 

A Provisional Department from 1866 to 1869. Permanent Organization, 
February 13, 1869, Samuel A. Duncan first Department Commander. Post 
No. 1, of Washington, was chartered October 12, 1866. 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 819 

This department grew out of the National Organization of the "Soldiers' and 
Sailors' Union," a society formed in 1865 to look after the interest of veterans. 

The small area of this department, merely the District of Columbia, affords 
little scope for local interest; its enterprises have always been peculiarly 
national. The Provisional Department in those early years did etlicieut work 
in organizing Posts in the southern States, as well as elsewhere. 



DEPARTMENT OF MARYLAND. 

A Permanent Organization was effected January 8, 1866, but the depart- 
ment was discontinued in 1872. The Permanent Department was reorganizes! 
June 9, 1876, E. B. Tyler Department Commander. The first Post organized 
was Post No. 1, of Baltimore, chartered November 14, 1866. This Post ceased 
to exist in 1872, but was reorganized as Wilson Post, No. 1, of Baltimore, by 
charter dc'ted August 23, 1875. The senior Post of the department is Post No. 
2 of Frederick. Number of Posts in 1889, 39. Aggregate membership in 
1889, 2,102. 

DEPARTMENT OF NEBRASKA. 

Permanent Organization, June 11, 1877, Paul VanDerVoort, first Department 
Commander. The senior Post of the department is Post 1, of Kearney. Number 
of Posts in 1889, 249. Aggregate membership in 1889, 7,669. 

Public Institutions. — The Nebraska Soldiers' and Sailors' Plome, at Grand 
Island, established March 4, 1887, and in progress of development, is in its pro- 
visions the most liberal institution of its kind yet planned. Veterans and their 
dependent families, and also hospital nurses and their children, are eligible bene- 
ficiaries. A two years' residence in the State and proof of actual need are the 
conditions of admission to the Home. A site of 640 acres of land, and the sura 
of $19,200 were donated by the citizens of Grand Island. The Legislature has made 
provision for the yearly expenses. The main building of the Home was opened 
July 10, 1888. Other buildings will be added as needed. 

Special Legislation. — Funeral expenses of indigent veterans are met by 
the State. 

By Act of March 31, 1887, the property owned by veterans and purchased 
with pension money, to the extent of $2000, is exempt from levy and sale upon 
execution or attachment. 

Memorial Day became a legal holiday in 1885. 

The unauthorized use of the G. A. R. badge is forbidden, under penalty. 

Commemorative. — By Act of Legislature in 1887, a room was set apart in 
the capitol building, to be used as a repository of army records of the Nebraska 
vol'inteers, and also as a museum of mementoes and relics of the civil war, as 
they may be from time to time collected or donated. 

Also, by Act of Legislature in 1887, $20,000 was appropriated for a building 
on the grounds of the State University, at Lincoln, to be used for an armory 
and gymnasium, and to be known as the " Grant Memorial Hall." 



G20 HISTORf OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC 

The Department of Nebraska holds an annual reunicu of soldiers and sailors 
at some camping ground each year selected. Arrangements are made on a 
grand scale, and the attendance is general and enthusiastic. The extent of the 
enterprise can be conceived when we are told that a tract of 240 acres is re- 
quired to accommodate the camp. 



DEPARTMENT OF MICHIGAN. 

A Provisional Department was organized in Michigan in 1867. A more or 
less vague record remains of the department until 1872, at which time it was 
discontinued. A Provisional Department was again formed in 1875. A Per- 
manent Organization was made January 22, 1879, with Major C. V. R. Pond, 
Department Commander. The Senior Post of the department is Post No. 1, of 
Coldwater. Number of Posts in 1889, 360. Aggregate membership in 1889, 
20,977. 

Public Institutions. — The State Soldiers' Home, at Grand Rapids, was 
established by Act of Legislature, approved by Governor Alger, June 5, 1885. 
The State appropriated $100,000 for buildings, and $50,000 ior two successive 
years for maintenance. Citizens of Grand Rapids purchased a site of 132 acres, 
and presented it to the State. The large building was dedicated on December 
80, 1886, and on January 1, 1887, the Home was opened. 

Governor Alger, now (1890) Commander-in-Chief of the Grand Army of the 
Republic, was chairman of the first Board of Managers, who so promptly 
engineered the project at its start. 



DEPARTMENT OF IOWA. 



Iowa in efiect repeated the history of the neighboring States. Posts were 
formed and a Department organized with much enthusiasm on September 26, 
1866. In 1871, the department had dissolved and only one Post retained its 
charter. The effort at revival, sho^n aU over the country in 1872, was feeblv 
successful in Iowa; a Provisional Department was formed, and Posts were 
slowly established through several years. The Permanent Organization was 
established January 23, 1879, and H. E. Griswold was elected Department 
Commander. The senior Post of this department is Post No. 1, of Davenport, 
chartered July 12, 1866. Number of Posts in 1889, 403. Aggregate member- 
ship in 1889, 19,380. 

Public Institutions. — The Iowa Soldiers' Home was founded by Act of 
Legislature in March, 1886. It is located at Marshalltown, on a tract of 128 
acres donated by the citizens, who also made a liberal cash contribution. The 
Home will accommodate 400 inmates. A three-years' residence in the State is 
essential to admission. 

Three separate Soldiers' Orphans Homes bave been opened in the State, but 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLICS 62] 

all have been consolidated at the home in Davenport, which was founded in 
1863, by private enterprise, but became a State Institution in 1866. Over 300 
children are cared for in this Home. 

Legislation. — By Act of Legislature in 1888, a tax not exceeding three- 
tenths of a mill is to be levied to secure a Soldiers' Relief Fund. 

Burial expenses of indigent veterans are ordered to be paid by the County 
Supervisors. 

The badges of the Grand Army of the Republic, and of the Military Order 
of the Loyal Legion are protected by law from unauthorized use. 

Memorial Day has become a legal holiday. 



DEPARTMENT OF INDIANA. 

The tremendous enthusiasm with which the Grand Army idea sprang into 
life in 1866 was equalled only by the almost total extinction that followed. 
The large number of Posts formed prior to 1871, and the large membership of 
each, might have made Indiana a stronghold of the Grand Army ; but here, as 
in several other States, various causes, chiefly political, temporarily killed the 
interest in the Order, and after 1871 only one Post, out of 300 chartered, 
remained in existence — the one now known as Auten Post, No. 8, of South 
Bend. This Post, deserted by its mother department, was adopted by the 
Department of Illinois, and remained thereunto attached until the Depart- 
ment of Indiana was reorganized. Auten Post is deservedly the senior 
Post of Indiana, but No. 1 is assigned to Morton Post, of Terra Haute, the first 
Post enrolled in the reorganized Department of Indiana. 

After several dormant years the Permanent Department was re-established 
October 3, 1879, with Capt. John B. Hager as Department Commander. Num- 
ber of Posts in 1889, 495. Aggregate membership in 1889, 24,431. 

Commemorative. — Through the influence of the Grand Army of the Re- 
public, ably sustained by public sentiment, a magnificent Soldiers' Monument is 
being constructed in Indianapolis, " To Indiana's Silent Victors, by a grateful 
State." The design is exceedingly beautiful and symbolical. The estimated 
cost is over a quarter of a million dollars ; $200,000 was appropriated by the 
Legislature, and the balance is being contributed by counties and by regiments. 

This beautiful memorial will surely be an objective point for tourists and 
sight-seers in years to come. 



DEPARTMENT OF KANSAS. 



A secret society known as the Veteran Brotherhood was organized in Kansas 
in 1865. One year later, after the Grand Army of the Republic was fairly 
started, the Veteran Brotherhood, at a State camp held in Topeka, unanimously 
adopted the following : 

Resolved: That the Veteran Brotherhood, State of Kansas, be, and is 



022 JIISTOKY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

hereby transferred to the Grand Army of the Republic, and that we hereby 
adopt the ritual, and agree to be governed by the Rules and Regulations of the 
Grand Army of the Republic. 

By this transfer thirty-two camps of the Veteran Brotherhood became Posts 
of the G. A. R., and the Department of Kansas was formed. The Depart- 
ment was, however, short-lived, existing for about two years only. In 1872 an 
attempt was made to revive it, but little was accomplished for several years. 
A Permanent Organization was finally made in March 16, 1880, with J. C. 
Walkinshaw as Department Commander. Post 1, of the present numbering, is 
located at Topeka. Number of Posts in 1889, 452. Aggregate membership 
in 1889, 17,727. 

Public Institutions. — By Act of Congress in 1884, the National Soldiers' 
Home at Leavenworth was founded, providing for all disabled Union veterans, 
whether disabled in the service or not; but no one disabled in service against 
the United States can be admitted. 

The Soldiers' Orphans' Home is located at Atchison. The city donated the 
site of l60 acres, and $5,000 in cash. The State has borne the further expense 
of buildings and maintenance. Besides the main building, cottages are in pro- 
gress to meet the requirement of more room. 

The necessity for further provision for needy veterans than is made by the 
Leavensworth Home, has led the department to take action. Their plan is a 
compromise between the two extremes of opinion as to the best way to care for 
the needy. The large public institution with its vigorous military discipline, 
or the assisting of the j)oor to live comfortably in the privacy and freedom oi 
their own homes — these are the two extreme plans. But there are cases where 
the latter is out of the question, and yet the former is distasteful to those whose 
happiness depends on domesticity. The Kansas idea, (also adopted to some 
extent in Nebraska) when carried out will be the best union of the two ideas 
that has yet been suggested. It is proposed to have a tract of land, not less 
than 640 acres, and to build cottages, allowing with each some land to be culti- 
vated by the occupants, so that those who are able may partly maintain them- 
selves. In this way families otherwise homeless may still have a home. Army 
nurses, and widows of veterans are also to be admitted to these privileges. 

Legislation. — Provision is made for burial expenses of deceased veterans. 

Memorial Day became a legal holiday in 1886. 

Preference in civil appointments is given to veterans of the civil war. 

Commemorative. — The annual reunion of Kansas veterans is one of the 
notable events in the State. Two camps are permanently located, one at 
Topeka and one at Ellsworth, where the reunions will be held alternately. 



DEPARTMENT OF DELAWARE. 

A Provisional Department existed in Delaware from 1868 to 1872. in 1880 
the Provisional Department was revived. The Permanent Organization was 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 



623 



effected January 14, 1881, with W. S. MclSTair Department Commander. The 
senior Post of the department is General Thomas A. Smith Post, No. 1, o^ 
vv ilmington. Number of Posts in 1889, 19. Aggregate membership in 1885?, 
1,150. 



DEPARTMENT OF VIRGINIA. 

Posts formed in Virginia prior to February 10, 1868, were attached to the 
Department of the Potomac. At that date Vii'ginia Posts were constituted a 
Provisional Department. Permanent Organization, July 27, 1871, Hazlett 
Carlisle, Department Commander. Senior Post of the Department (latest 
numbering), Post No. 1, of Portsmouth. Number of Posts in 1889, 34. Aggre- 
gate membership in 1889, 1,214. 

Isolated Posts in the Carolinas, where no departments exist, are attached to 
the Department of Virginia. 



DEPARTMENT OF MINNESOTiL. 

This department, first established in 1866, had a checkered existence until 
1879, when it lapsed. But during that time the department secured the 
founding of a Soldiers' Orphans' Home at Winona, which was in operation for 
ten years, and was maintained by the State. The existing Permanent Depart- 
ment was established August 17, 1881, Adam Marty being elected Department 
Commander. The senior Post of this department is Post 1, of Stillwater, 
known in the former department as Post 14. It is the only Post of that older 
period that survived ; and it became the nucleus of the reorganization. Num- 
ber of Posts in 1889, 139. Aggregate membership in 1889, 7,164. 

Public Institutions. — The Minnesota Soldiers' Home was instituted March 
2, 1887. Veterans of the civil war, of the Mexican war, and of the Indian 
campaign in Minnesota in 1862, are eligible to admission. The site of 50 acres, 
donated by the city of Minneapolis, is located at Minnehaha Falls. In build- 
ings the cottage system is adopted. 

Legislation. — A tax of one-tenth of a mill is levied to provide a Soldiers' 
Relief Fund, to be used in assisting veterans at their own homes in cases where 
this is the wiser plan. The Legislature made generous appropriations for 
immediate relief, until the tax could be levied and collected. 

Burial expenses for Minnesota veterans of the civil war, the IVIexican wai 
and the Indian troubles, are, when necessary, defrayed by the State. 



DEPARTMENT OF MISSOURL 



This department was first organized May 7, 1867, with General Carl Schurz 
as commander. The record of the department for four years was much like 
that of other western departments at that period. In 1872 the Missouri depart- 
ment had ceased to exist. During the next few years several eflforts were mada 



024 IIISTUUY OF THE GRANI) AKMY OF TU K KEPUBLIC. 

to revive it, and a provisiouul commander Avas appointed in 1880. The Per- 
manent Department was reorganized April 22, 1882, and Major William 
Warner was elected department commander. To Major Warner's administra- 
tion is due the re-establishment of the Order in Missouri, 160 Posts being 
chartered during the two years of his official service. In his admirable manage- 
ment of the Missouri department Major Warner gave evidence of the executive 
ability that, in 1888, won for him the election as Commander-in-Chief of the 
Grand Army. The senior Post of the department is No. 1, of St. Louis. 
Number of Posts in 1889, 383. Aggregate membership in 1889, 18,289. 

Ransom Post, 131, of St. Louis, has the honor to claim General W. T. Sherman 
4s a charter member. Ever since his muster with the Grand Array in Mis- 
souri, General Sherman has been annually elected Representative-at-large from 
the Department of Missouri to the National Encampment, 



DEPARTMENT OF COLORADO AND WYOMING. 

In 1868 Colorado and Wyoming were constituted a provisional department, 
but in 1875 these territories, with several others, were consolidated under the 
title of the Mountain Department, and so remained for several years. The 
membership of the department was largely made up of soldiers at the various 
army stations in those regions, and suffered constantly from the changing about 
of regiments, etc., until it was found inexpedient to continue the department. 
It was accordingly dissolved July 31, 1882, and Colorado and Wyoming at the 
same date reorganized as a Permanent Department, under their former title of 
Department of Colorado. This was practically an official transfer of the moun- 
tain department, as the officers of the latter remained undisturbed in their 
respective offices till the expiration of the year, E. K. Stimson being Depart- 
ment Commander. Post No. 1 is located at Laramie, Wyoming. Number of 
Posts in 1889, 63. Aggregate membership in 1889, 2,818. 

Public Institutions. — A Soldiers' Home is being established at Montclair, 
a few miles from Denver. 

Legislation. — Veterans of the Army and Navy of the United States are 
exempt from militia duty, and from military poll-tax. 

Pensions received from the United States government are exempt from 
execution and attachment. 

The Grand Army badge is protected by law from unauthorized use. Also 
unauthorized persons are forbidden to use the consecutive letters " G. A. R.," 
on penalty of fine of not less than one hundred dollars, or imprisonment of not 
less than six months, or both. 

Burial expenses of indigent veterans are met by the State. 



DEPARTMENT OF OREGON. 



Permanent Organization, September 28, 1882, N. S. Pierce, Department Com- 
mander. Senior Post of the department, George Wright Post, No. 1, of Port- 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. G25 

land, chartered July 18, 1878. Number of Posts in 1889. 43. Aggregate 
membership in 1889, 1,551. 

Legislation. — The Grand Army badge is protected from unlawful use, by 
Act of Legislature. 

Memorial Day has been made a legal holiday. 



DEPARTMENT OF KENTUCKY. 



A Provisioual Department was formed in Kentucky in 1867, and reported to 
National headquarters until 1874, but no records are preserved. A Perma- 
nent Organization was made January 16, 1883, Captain James C. Michie, 
Department Commander, Post No. 1 is located at Newport. Number of Posts 
in 1889, 98. Aggregate membership in 1889, 3,981. 

Legislation. — Memorial Day became a legal holiday in 1888. 



DEPARTMENT OF WEST VIRGINIA. 

A Permanent Department was established in ^Yest Virginia in 1868, but 
discontinued in 1871. The present Permanent Organization was made Feb- 
ruary 20, 1883, W. H. H. Flick, Department Commander. The senior Post of 
the department is No. 1, of Martinsburg, chartered in 1880. Number of Posts 
in 1889, 74. Aggregate membership in 1889, 2,923. 



DEPARTMENT OF DAKOTA. 



To Comrade Horace G. Wolfe, chief mustering officer of the Department of 
Iowa in 1882, belongs the credit of developing the Department of Dakota. 
Through his efforts enough Posts were organized in the Territory to warrant 
the founding of a Provisional Department in 1882. The Permanent Organi- 
zation was effected February 27, 1883, and Thomas S. Free was elected Depart- 
ment Commander. The senior Post of this department is Geo. A. Custer Post 
No. 1, of Fort Yates, chartered January 7, 1882, by the Department of Iowa. 
Number of Posts in 1889, 91. Aggregate membership in 1889, 2,644. 



DEPARTMENT OF WASHINGTON AND ALASKA. 

A Provisional Department was instituted July 10, 1878. The Permanent 
Organization was made on June 20, 1883, and George D. Hill elected Depart- 
ment Commander. The senior Post of the department is Stevens Post, No. 1, 
of Seattle, chartered June 27, 1877. Number of Posts in 1889, 33. Aggre- 
gate membership in 1889, 1,344. 



G2G niSTOKY OF the grand army of the republic. 

DEPARTMENT OF NEW MEXICO. 

Grand Army Posts existed in New Mexico from 18G7 to 1873, and a Provis- 
ional Department was early formed, but was discontinued at the latter date. 
Three Posts were afterward organized, and on May 28, 1883 they were consti- 
tuted a Provisional Department, by Commander-in-Chief Van der Voort, then 
on his round of official visits. Other Posts were soon formed. The Permanent 
Organization was made July 14, 1883, and Henry M. Atkinson was elected 
Department Commander. The senior Post of this department is Thomas Post, 
No. 1, of Las Vegas, chartered May 30, 1882. Number of Posts in 1889, 9. 
Aggregate membership in 1889, 314. 

Memorial. — At Saute Fe on Memorial Day, 1885, a monument was dedi- 
cated to the memory of Brevet-Brigadier-General '• Kit " Carson, Colonel of 
the First Regiment, New Mexico Volunteer Cavalry. 



DEPARTMENT OF UTAH. 



Permanent Organization, Oct. 8, 1883, Dr. George C. Douglas, Department 
Commander. Senior Post of the department, Post No. 1, of Salt Lake City, 
chartered September 18, 1878. Number of Posts in 1889, 3. Aggregate mem- 
bership in 1889, 165, The Department of Utah formerly included Posts 
chartered in Montana and Idaho. The organization of these as independent 
departments leaves to the Department of Utah the Posts within its own terri- 
tory only. 



DEPARTMENT OF TENNESSEE. 



This department was first organized as the Department of Tennessee and 
Georgia, on August 18, 1868, with F. W. Sparling, as Department Commander. 
At this time seventeen Posts were reported; but the department could not 
survive the political crisis of that period. In 1883 Posts were again organized 
in Tennessee, and in 1884 a Permanent Department was established, and Col- 
onel Edward S. Jones was elected Department Commander. Up to 1889 this 
department included the existing Posts in Georgia and Alabama. Georgia and 
Alabama became independent departments in 1889. After these transfers this 
department met, on April 24, 1889, and reorganized as the Department of 
Tennessee, electing Augustus H. Pettibone, Department Commander. Post No. 
1 is located at Nashville. Number of Posts in 1889, 53. Aggregate member- 
ship in 1889, 2,506. 



DEPARTMENT OF ARKANSAS. 



An effort was made in 1867 to organize a department of the Grand Array ot 
the Republic in Arkansas, with results similar to those noted in Tennessee at 
the same period. Five Posts having been organized, in 1883, Commander-in- 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 627 

Chief Van Der Voort established a Provisional Department. On April 18, 
1884, a Permanent Department was formed, and the Provisional Commanoer, 
Stephen Wheeler, was elected Department Commander. Post No. 1 is locateu 
at Little Rock. Number of Posts in 1889, 39. Aggregate membership in 
1889, 1,437. The oflBcial area of the Department of Arkansas includes the 
reservations of the Choctaw, Cherokee and Chickasaw nations in Indian 
Territory. 



DEPARTMENT OF LOUISIANA AND MISSISSIPPI 

{Formerly Department of the Gulf.) 

When the Grand Army of the Republic was first instituted, much interest 
was felt in the project by the Union soldiers in this region, chiefly colored 
troops still in the service. Ten Posts had been formed before 1868, but the 
mustering out of regiments, from time to time, and the consequen ' scattering of 
the veterans, and the intense local feeling of hostility to the Grand Army, 
combined to defeat the organization of a department. On April 10, 1872, was 
organized the John A. Mower Post, No. 1, of New Orleans, which remains the 
senior Post of the department. A Provisional Department was formed on 
March 28, 1883. The Permanent Organization was effected May 15, 1884, 
with William Roy as Department Commander. In 1888, the name of the 
department was changed from "Department of the Gulf" to " Department of 
Louisiana and Mississippi." Number of Posts in 1889, 7. Aggregate mem- 
bership in 1889, 367. 

Memorial. — Through the efforts of John A. Mower Post, No. 1, a Soldiers* 
and Sailors' monument has been placed in the Chalmette National Cemetery. 



DEPARTMENT OF FLORIDA. 



Florida was constituted a Provisional Department in 1868, and so remained 
until 1875, when, the Posts having been disbanded, the Provisional Department 
was discontinued. In 1880 a revival of interest occurred, and by 1884 six 
Posts had been chartered. On July 9, 1884, a Permanent Department was 
established, and Frank N. Wicker was elected Department Commander. The 
senior Post of the department is Post No. 1, of Warrington, chartered in 1880. 
Number of Posts in 1889, 12. Aggregate membership in 1889, 319. 



DEPARTMENT OF MONTANA. 



Montana was a Provisional Department of the Grand Army of the Republic 
as early as 1868 ; but owing to the fact that almost the only veterans in that 
part of the country were soldiers at the army stations, and liable to frequeni 
change of location, the department could not be systematically organized, 



628 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

though the spirit was well sustained. After many changes, the Department ot 
Montana was permanently organized on March 10, 1885, and Thomas P. Fuller 
was elected Department Comn)auder. The senior Post of the department is 
John Buford Post, No. 1, at Fort Custer, originally chartered as Post 15 of the 
Department of Colorado, on February 19, 1881. It was afterwards attached 
to the Department of Utah ; and on the organization of the Department of 
Montana, was transferred to it, as Post No. 1. Number of Posts in 1889, 16. 
Aggregate membership in 1889, 599. 



DEPARTMENT OF TEXAS. 



The effort made in 1866-68 to establish the Order of the Grand Army of 
the Republic extended through the South-Atlantic and Gulf States, iu all of 
which temporary results were reached. The record of these pages is, however, 
confined to those departments which ultimately revived and formed Permanent 
Organizations. Scattered through the other States are isolated Posts that may 
some day consolidate into departments. Texas is one, on the list of the Gulf 
States, that has finally organized a department of the G. A. R. Its history in 
the earlier years is practically identical with that recorded of other Southern 
departments. The Permanent Organization was made March 25, 1885, with 
W. D. Wiley, Department Commander. The senior Post of the department is 
Post 1, at Sherman, chartered in the early days, and revived in 1876. Number 
of Posts in 1889, 23. Aggregate membership in 1889, 637. 



DEPARTMENT OF IDAHO. 



From 1882 to 1887 Posts formed in this territory were attached to the 
Department of Utah. The Provisional Department of Idaho was formed in 
September, 1887. The Permanent Organization was made January 11, 1888, 
and William H. Nye elected Department Commander. The senior Post of the 
department is Garfield Post, No. 1, of Bellevue, chartered June 1, 1882. Num- 
ber of Posts in 1889, 12. Aggregate membership iu 1889, 354. 



DEPARTMENT OF ARIZONA. 



This department was developed by efforts made by the Department of Cali- 
fornia. When six Posts had been formed in Arizona, a Provisional Depart- 
ment was formed, September 10, 1887. The Permanent Department was 
established January 17, 1888, and A. L. Grow was elected Department Com- 
mander. The senior Post of the department is Negley Post, No. 1, of Tucson, 
chartered October 28, 1881. Number of Posts in 1889, 7. Aggregate mem- 
bership in 1889, 315. 



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DEPARTMENT OF GEORGIA. 

The Posts first chartered in Georgia were attached to the Department of 
Tennessee. A Provisional Department of Georgia and Alabama was formed 
December 11, 1888. The Permanent Department of Georgia was established 
January 25, 1889, John R. Lewis being elected Department Commander. Post 
No. 1 is located at Atlanta Number of Posts in 1889, 6. Aggregate mem- 
bership in 1889, 232. 



DEPARTMENT OF ALABAMA. 



Posts formed in Alabama, like those of Georgia, were first attached to the 
Department of Tennessee, and afterwards included in the Provisional Depart- 
ment of Georgia and Alabama. Detached, January 15, 1889, to form the 
Provisional Department of Alabama. The Permanent Department of Alabama 
was organized March 12, 1889, and F. G. Sheppard was elected Department 
Commander. Post No. 1 is located at Birmingham. Number of Posts in 1889, 
9. Aggregate membership in 1889, 223. 




FEMININE ALLIES OF THE G. A. R. 




jMERGENCIES are inspirations. It is the need of the hour that 
develops the latent force of human purpose. The crisis of 
1861 marked an hour when a strange, appalling need con- 
fronted the nation. And not the nation, as such, merely ; it 
stood in the pathway and solemnly challenged each individual with 
the question "What canst thou do?" It jolted the elbow of the mer- 
chant and the laborer; it obtruded itself between the lawyer and his 
brief; it snatched the Commentaries of Csesar from the hand of the 
musing school-boy and placed a copy of Hardee's Tactics before his 



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HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 



flashing e3^es ; it went about relentlessly serving the summons in field 
and shop and office and college class-room ; and men dropped their 
tools and pushed aside their books and arose to respond to the need of 
the hour. 

It made those who loved home best the first to leave it, that they 
might the more surely preserve it from the threatened danger. It 
transformed desultory groups of citizens into tramping battalions of 
troops ; and when it had sent the regiment away it haunted the pillows 
of women who were keeping sleepless vigil, strain- 
ing their ears to hear the last receding drum-beat 
to which their best beloved ones were marching away 
to the southward. And still it whispered in the 
silence, " What canst thou do ?" 

It was not long before the emergency inspired 
the answer. From the camp and from the field 
and from the wards of army hospitals came the 
urgent call. The insufficiently clothed, the sick and 
the wounded were in need of such aid and comfort 
as only home love and though tfulness could bestow; 
in need of the practical ministrations that would 
strengthen them to continue the strife and carry it 
to a successful issue ; in need of more than army 
"supplies," of more than the mere provisions of the 
most liberal commissariat ; in need of the unmis- 
takable assurance that their valiant endeavors were so far as 
possible seconded by those whose lives were bound up in their own, 
and for whose sake the soldiers were facing danger and death. And 
into the minds of thousands of women there flashed the meaning of 
the Creator's words — never before so clearly interpreted : " It is not good 
that the man should be alone ; I will make him a help-meet for him !" 

"What canst thou do?" By one common impulse women all over 
the land replied to the insistent need : " I can and will help /" 




BADGi; OF THE WO- 
MANS' KELIEF CORPS 



SOLDIERS AID SOCIETIES. 

Everywhere this magnetic resolve was the attractive point around 
which clustered groups of earnest women. In eveiy city and village 
the Soldiers' Aid Societies sprang into existence. Time would fail to 
record the variety and extent of the work accomplished during the 
war-period by these Aids. Boxes of substantial underclothing and 
little accessories of a comfortable wardrobe, hampers of delicacies and 
bundles of lint and bandages for hospital use, were daily sent over the 
railway lines leading southward ; while busy hands were moving from 



HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 631 

morning till night to keep the supply equal to the demand. In some 
places, like Philadelphia, where one continuous line of regiments was 
passing through m route for the field, efforts were bent to the chief 
purpose of providing bountiful refreshments for the hungry troops. 
Many were the hands that drooped at their task, and were folded for 
the last time during that period of fatiguing care and anxiety. Many 
a woman really died at her post, the latest energies of her useful life 
devoted to the "Soldiers' Aid." 

So the four dark years went by. In 1865 the war was declared over; 
the regiments, one by one, were mustered out. No more scraping of lint 
and tearing of strips for bandages; for the bullet and the bayonet no 
longer v»^ere making havoc of precious human life. No more sending 
stores of wine and medicine and clothing, for the boys were coming 
home now for mother to nurse them back to ruddy health. The 
"Ladies' Aids" stopped knitting socks and packing hampers. They 
did not exactly disband, but all were busy in their own homes with 
the domestic preparations to receive the returning soldiers — the 
remnant of those who had gone forth. 

Some came bearing the cross of lifelong disability; some suffering 
the weakness and discouragement of shattered health. Some came 
with grave faces and troubled hearts to fight a battle with poverty 
made doubly hard by the loss of opportunities which they had sacri- 
ficed in order to give these best years of their lives to the service of 
their country. Plainl}^ while it might be that for the majority of the 
soldiers, thus interrupted in their private purpose, life would again 
unfold prosperously and happily, still there would always be some, a 
large number it might be, who would never fully rebound from the 
shock of war, and whose recompense for sufferings past must come 
largely through the fraternity and charity of others. Soldiers recog- 
nized this; the strong discerned it before the weak realized it; and 
a noble spirii of fraternity, charity and loyalty led representative 
veterans to establish the Grand Army of the Republic. 

woman's work not FINISHED IN '65. 

Perhaps, at first, few thought of continuing the Soldiers' Aid Societies, 
that had seemed to be only one of the "military necessities" that could 
have no raison d'etre after the restoration of peace. But habits grow 
into character fiber, and these patriotic wives and mothers and sisters 
had formed a habit of generous thinking and acting. And now, though 
they had no more active duties to perform for the soldiers in the field, 
they could not fail to watch with absorbing interest the muster of the 
Grand Army of Peace. The Post to which the husband or son belonged 
became an object of deep interest and pride to the wife and mother. 



G32 HISTORY OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. 

Perhaps, if no comrade of the Post Jiad ever been in needy circum- 
stances, if none had ever been sick or disabled, if no muffled drum- 
beat had ever sounded " lights out" beside an open grave, if no widow's 
sob or orphan's cry had ever broken the serene silence, perhaps then 
the Post would never have needed the co-operation of women in its 
work. But the tragedy of the individual life goes on in times of gen- 
eral peace. The record of the Grand Army Posts, if fully written, 
would give many an instance in which the prompt aid rendered by the 
Post has saved life and hope to a comrade otherwise broken down and 
discouraged. It would tell of many a dying veteran whose last hours 
were spared what would have been their keenest agony by the assur- 
ance that his comrades would care for the helpless wife and children 
that he must leave. It would tell of fraternal visits to disabled com- 
rades shut in from active life and doomed to hopeless invalidism. 
And just here, if it finished the story, it would have to tell of how 
some comrade's wife came also, and brought the bunch of roses, or the 
sparkling jelly, or refreshing beef-tea, and when she went away left 
behind her a beam of "the light that never was on sea or land" — the 
indefinable uplifting of spirit that comes to a lonely invalid when the 
cheery presence of some good motherly woman has driven away from 
his morbid mind the moody sense of neglect, and put in its place the 
glad thought, "After all, somebody cares for me!" 

It was soon apparent that the Grand Army, which had so mi'-ch 
needed the ministrations of woman in its days of wrrfare, could not 
pros^^erously do without the same helping hand in its peaceful cam- 
paign of charity. As the years went by, and the brotherly kindness 
of the Grand Army became more and more a necessity to suffering 
comrades and their helpless families, the need of woman's co-operation 
became more apparent. To nurse the sick and to comfort the bereaved, 
to clothe and educate orphans, were surely within the scope of woman's 
mission. And then, too, how swiftly a clever woman's wits could devise 
some bright and original method of raising money for the soldier's 
relief fund. 

These new occasions for benevolent ingenuity and work led to the 
reassembling of women, here and there, to renew in peaceful days the 
exercise of the same spirit of generosity so eloquently manifested under 
the sublime conditions of war. Again a central idea was the magnet 
that drew the groups together; and again the soldiers welcomed them 
as the "Grand Army Reserve." Posts in many })laces were prompt to 
accept the assistance thus proffered, and the number of "Ladies' Aids," 
auxiliary to the Grand Army of the Republic, grew raj3idly. 



HISTORY OF THE WOMAN'S RELIEF CORPS. 

THE WOMAN'S RELIEF CORPS AND ITS 
OFFICERS. 

By Mrs. ANNIE WITTENMYER, Past President, 1889-90. 



633 




|MONG these volunteer allies of the Grand Army, the Woman's 
Relief Corps of Massachusetts was the first to form a State 
organization. This was done in 1879. Their example was 
followed in New Jersey, in 1881, by the Ladies' Loyal League. 

Besides these State organizations, numberless Ladies' Aid Societies 
existed in different parts of the country, with more or less permanency 
of organization, according to the special phase of duty which they 
assumed; and everywhere, whether their work was continuous or only 
the brief effort attending some single enterprise of fraternity and 
charity, they were recognized as powerful auxiliaries of the Grand 
Army. Their efficient services were appreciated. Frequent and com- 
plimentary reference was made to them by comrades at the National 
Encampment of the Grand Army, and in 1880 an especially urgent 
plea of Chaplain-in-Chief Lovering for the formal recognition of these 
societies led to the appointment of a committee whose report to the 
National Encampment, in 1881, embodied a general approval of the 
plan for a great National Society, and an invitation for such society to 
become auxiliary to their own association. 

The report of the committee, adopted by the Encampment, was as 
follows : 

"Resolved: That we approve of the project of forming a Woman's Relief 
Corps. 

" Resolved : That such Woman's Relief Corps may use, under such title, the 
words, 'Auxiliary to the Grand Army of the Republic.'" 

It w^as not, however, until 1883 that the organization of the National 
Woman's Relief Corps was fully consummated. In the meantime a great 
many societies had been formed in the several States, and a vast amount 
of preparatory work had been done. In 1882 Paul Van Der Voort 
was elected Commander-in-Chief of the Grand Army of the Republic. 
He soon became interested in the great work being carried on by these 
scattered societies, and seeing immense possibilities in united, well 
directed efforts on the part of these patriotic women, he used his best 
endeavors to secure the formation of a National Woman's Relief Corps. 

In the spring of 1883, when he issued his official call for the Annual 
Encampment of the Grand Army of the Republic, to be held at Denver, 



(334 HISTORY OF THE WOMAN S RELIEF CORPS. 

Colorado, July 25-26, he invited the various societies of women to meet 
at the same time, in Denver, for the purpose of forming a National 
organization. 

About fifty representative women, besides the Denver Society, were 
present when the Convention was called to order. Mrs. E. Florence 
Barker, of Maiden, Mass., was elected Chairman, and Mrs. Kate B. Sher- 
wood, of Toledo, Ohio, was chosen Secretary. Those present represented 
all the various organizations, and the different methods of work: 
Open, Secret and Ritualistic. 

Actuated by a noble, unselfish purpose to put themselves in an atti- 
tude to do the best possible work for the Grand Army of the Republic, 
there was a willingness, in the discussion of plans that followed, to sink 
all personal preferences and prejudices, and unite in one grand National 
organization. 

Secrecy and cligihility were the two questions on M'hich there were 
differences of opinion. After a thorough discussion on secrecy, it was 
with great unanimity agreed that, as the charity work in which they 
were to engage, was a sacred one, it should not, like other charities, be 
subject to public scrutiny and gossip. 

The plan laid down by the Blessed Master, who said "Let not your 
left hand know what your right hand doeth " — the plan adopted by the 
Grand Army of the Re2:)ublic — was chosen as the most suitable and 
Christ-like. 

The eligibility question was not so easily settled. 

The New Jersey representatives of the Ladies' Loyal League held 
that eligibility to membership in these societies should "orrespond to 
the eligibility standard in the Veteran's Societies, and that, therefore, 
only mothers, sisters, wives and daughters should be admitted to mem- 
bership. On the other hand it was shown that neither relationship 
nor the marriage ceremou}^ would be a sure guarantee of loyalty. 
Families had been divided during the war — some members of the 
same household going into the Union Army, others going into the 
Confederate ranks. And, further, that many of the Union soldiers, 
after the war, had married Southern women whose sympathies were 
with the Confederates, and tlie relationship would not be a fair and full 
guarantee of loyalty. All agreed on that one point, that loyalty must 
be the final test. 

It was further urged that the organization, about to be formed, was 
for luorl, and that loyal women not related to the soldiers' had rendered 
heroic and faithful service during the war, and were as willing and 
capable as their sisters who had relatives in the war. 



HISTORY OF THE WOMAN's RELIEF CORPS. 635 

Some of the delegates in the convention, who said that they were 
proud to be known as the wives and daughters of soldiers, wanted it 
distinctly understood that they claimed no special recognition on that 
account, but desired in this work to stand on their own merits, and to 
allow all loyal women to come in and help them in the great charity 
work they were about to undertake. 

The Massachusetts Society already admitted all loyal women of good 
moral character, without reference to their family relationship to the 
veterans, and they very naturally were unwilling to accept the limita- 
tion of the New Jersey idea, which would at once annul the member- 
ship of some of their most earnest and efficient workers. 

After a full and careful discussion, the question of admitting loyal 
women of good moral character and correct deportment was decided in 
the affirmative, by a large majority. 

Mrs. Laura McNair, of Camden, N. J., and several other representa- 
tives of the Ladies' Loyal League, at once withdrew from the Conven- 
tion, and afterwards organized the "Ladies of the G. A. R." 

The eligibility question was brought up a year later, at the Minne- 
apolis Convention, but was decided in favor of admitting loyal women, 
by a count vote of 67 ayes and 7 nays. 

The platform adopted at the organization was as follows: 

OBJECTS. 

Section L To specially aid and assist the Grand Army of the Republic and 
to perpetuate the memory of the heroic dead. 

Sec. II. To assist such Union veterans as need our help and protection, 
and to extend needful aid to their widows and orphans; to find them homes 
and employment, and assure them of sympathy and friends; to cherish and 
emulate the deeds of our army nurses, and of all loyal women who rendered 
loving service to our country in her hour of peril. 

Sec. III. To maintain true allegiance to the United States of America; to 
inculcate lessons of patriotism and love of country among our children and in 
the communities in which we live, and encourage the spread of universal liberty 
and equal rights to all. 

The following officers were elected for the ensuing year: 
President, E. Florence Barker, Maiden, Mass. ; Senior Vice-President, 
Kate B. Sherwood, Toledo, Ohio; Junior Vice-President, E. K. Stinson, 
Denver, Colo. ; Secretary, Sarah E. Fuller, Boston, Mass. ; Treasurer, LizA- 
BETH A. Turner, Boston, Mass.; Inspector, Emily Gardner, Denver, Colo.; 
Chaplain, Mattie B. Moulton, Laconia, N. H. ; Conductor, P. S. Bunion, 
"Warsaw, Ind.; Guard, J. "VV. Beatson, Rockford, Ills.; Corresponding Secre- 
taries, Mary A. Telford, Denver, Colo., Ellen Pay, Topeka, Kan. 



G36 



HISTOKY OF THE WOMAN's RELIEF COKPS. 



The officers, shortly after their election, were invited into tht. 
Encampment and introduced from the platform. They were received 
with the greatest enthusiasm by the delegates, and Commanders-in- 
Chief Logan and Van Der Voort, and the newly elected Commander- 
in-Chief Beath, gave them a most cordial God-speed. 




E. FLORENCE BARKER. 

(National President in 18S3.) 



The selection of Mrs. Barker was a fortunate one. She is a woman 
of high social position, good executive abilities and fine personal 
presence and address. 

She was born and educated at Lynnfield, Mass., and was married to 
Col. Thomas E. Barker, of the Twelfth N. H. Regiment, June 18th, 1863. 
The Colonel had been severely wounded at Chancellorsville and was 
at home on a furlough at the time. When, in August, he went to the 
front to assume command of his regiment, his bride accompanied him, 
and remained till the following April. During her stay the Colonel's 
headquarters was a social center for the officers, for her wit and charm- 
ing conversational powers afforded cheer and enjoyment through many 
a dreary evening during that winter at Point Lookout, Maryland. 
Her tent was always tastefully decorated and furnished with home 
comforts, where the weary and home-sick officers and men could come 
and feel the throbbings of the dear old home life. 



HISTORY OF THE WOMAN's RELIEF CORPS. 637 

Mrs. Barker is eminently a home maker and a housekeeper. Her 
home at Maiden, a suburb of Boston, is full of beautilul and useful 
things. One room is given up entirely to flags, testimonials and curi- 
osities. Mrs. Barker has three children, a son and two daughters. But 
with all her careful attention to the details of home life she was not 
unused to public work. One of the interests upon which she had 
bestowed much labor was the Chelsea Soldiers' Home. 

When she began work as President of the National W. R. C, there 
was not a dollar in the treasury, and not a dollar's worth of supplies to 
draw upon ; but, with a courage and faith w^orthy of the cause she had 
espoused, she carried forward all its interest, and came up to the second 
Convention with her forces well in hand and victory written on her 
banners. 

During the first year 234 corps became auxiliary, having a member- 
ship of 10,085; while the Treasurer's books showed that $12,861.30 had 
been expended in charity. The workers were very much encouraged 
by their first year's success. 

The second Convention was held at Minneapolis, Minnesota, July 
23-24-25, 1884. Mrs. Barker presided with great grace and dignity, 
and at the close of her official year her experience and executive ability 
were deemed of so great value that she was unanimously elected a life 
member of the Council. At this second Convention a pension and 
relief committee was ordered, and Mrs. Barker was appoinied Chair- 
man, a position she held for three years following. 

The W. R. C. owes Mrs. Barker a debt of gratitude as its first 
National President. She laid good foundation for future work, and 
held many influential members of the Grand Army of the Republic to 
warmly and enthusiastically support the order, and attracted many 
gifted and influential women to its ranks. 

The officers of the Grand Army and the "Woman's Relief Corps held 
a joint installation. ]Mrs. Sherwood and the other officers were 
installed by Mrs. Barker, and the year began auspiciously. 

Mrs. Sherwood is the daughter of Judge James Brownlee, who is 
descended from an old Scottish family by that name. Some of the 
old lairds were prominent in the struggle for religious liberty in the 
times of the Covenanters, before William of Orange crossed the Channel 
and seized the British throne. They could either fight or preach. If 
not allowed to preach, they were sure to fight. 

The American branch of the family has many of the characteristics 
of their ancestors. They are eminently a family of preachers and 
educators. Mrs. Sherwood's father's brother, Rev. Craig Brownlee, D. D., 
was President of Rutgers College, at New Brunswick, New Jersey, for 



638 HISTORY OF THE WOMAN'S RELIEF CORPS- 




KATE BKOWNLEE SHERWOOD. 

(.National President in 1884.) 



a time, and afterwards pastor of tlie Old Dutch Church in New York 
City, where he instituted many charities, among them the "Old Men's 
Home." 

Mrs. Sherwood inherited a rich share of the gifts and graces of her 
ancestors. She is of fine personal presence, with a handsome, intel- 
lectual face and pleasing manners, and possesses rare conversational 
powers. She is a woman of strong will, and is intense in her purposes 
and tireless in her efforts to carry them out. She wields a facile pen 
as a prose writer and has taken high rank as a poet. A volume of 
poems given to the public, and her fugitive pieces, show rare gifts of 
song. 

She was married in 1859 to Isaac R. Sherwood, Probate Judge of 
Williams County, Ohio, an office which he resigned at the beginning 
of the war to enlist in the Fourteenth Ohio Volunteers as a private. 
He was commissioned as an Adjutant of the One Hundred and Elev- 
enth Ohio Regiment in 1862, and was successively promoted to the 
offices of Major, Lieutenant-Colonel, Colonel, and Brevet Brigadier 
General. 

Mrs. Sherwood's work, during the war, was mainly in the barracks 
of the Sanitary and Christian Commissions in Northern Ohio. She 



HISTORY OF THE WOMAn's RELIEF CORPS. 639 

was in the field with her husband in Kentucky and Tennessee when 
the war was along the border, and the "boys" of the regiment still 
remember her kindly services. She has but two children, a son and a 
daughter. 

During her administration she worked incessantly. Her intense 
devotion to the cause was like a consuming fire, and she could take no 
rest. The duties of her office, at that formative period, were almost 
overwhelming, and her connection with the National Tribune demanded 
much literary work. 

Before the organization of the Woman's Relief Corps, the National 
Tribune^ of Washington, D. C, had opened its columns and invited 
Mrs. Sherwood to make that paj^er a medium through which the Corps 
could be reached and instructed. She accepted the opportunity and 
has made the paper a power for good. Her work on the Tribune, 
which began in 1883, still continues, as have her services in other 
directions. 

At the close of her term of office she was unanimously elected a 
life member of the Council, an honored position she resigned at the 
Sixth National Convention, at Columbus. 

The work of the year was very gratifying. Eight Permanent 
Departments and three Provisional Departments had been instituted, 
and the number of Corps had increased from 234 to 472, and the 
number of members from 10,085 to 20,226. The amount of money 
expended for charity was equally encouraging, being $13,537.97. 

Mrs. Sherwood was the first to introduce the plan of a W. R. C. 
Reception, and to invite ladies of the order to speak in behalf of their 
own work. The public meeting at Portland was a grand success; 
the house was packed, the speakers well chosen, and the enthusiam 
boundless. 

Mrs. Sherwood has been very active in her own department in con- 
nection with the Soldiers' and Sailors' Home, and the Soldiers' Orphan 
Home. She was, on the resignation of Mrs. Barker, made Chairman 
of Pension and Relief Committee, and in connection with that work 
brought forward recommendations that led to the establishment of the 
National Woman's Relief Corps Home at Madison, Ohio. She has 
been active in relieving the wants of army nurses, and in efforts to 
procure for them the passage of a pension bill. 

Sarah E. Mills is descended from an old and distinguished family, 
and is able to trace the family history back for over 300 years. She is 
one of the claimants of the vast Mills estate which is being contested 
in England. 



640 



HISTOKY OF TITE WOMAN S KKLIKK CORP8. 







SARAH E. FULLER. 
{National President in ISSo.) 



Early in 1700, three of the family, brothers, came to America — John, 
Jacob and Joseph. John, from whom she is descended, settled in 
Maine; Jacob and Joseph in New Hampshire. Both her paternal and 
maternal great-grandfathers were revolutionary soldiers, and were also 
soldiers in the war of 1812. 

The family was distinguished for jDiety and scholarship — many of 
them were noted lawyers and preachers, and two of her great uncles 
filled the office of Secretary of State, in Maine. 

Her mother's family belonged to a strong, sturdy clan of Scotchmen. 
They came early to this country and settled in Maine and New Hamp- 
shire. Many of them were ministers eminent for their eloquence and 
piety, Rev. Jacob and Joseph ]\IcDaniell being among the earliest 
Methodist ministers of Maine. She is the only one left of a family 
of ten children, and she has but one child, a son. 

Her father was an abolitionist and a public spirited man, and from 
her early childhood he used to take her to hear such men as Webster, 
Choate, Sumner,Wilson, Burlingame, Josiali Quincy, Wendell Phillips 
and all the frreat orators of that time who now live in historv. 

She was born in Portland, Maine, but moved to East Boston when 
she was 11 years old, where she lived in the same house for 38 years, 
She was married to George W. Fuller in 1855. Her husband made 



HISTORY OP THE WOMAN 's RELIEF CORPS. 641 

several attempts to enlist, but was rejected on account of poor health. 
But growing stronger, as he thought, he again offered himself and 
was accepted and mustered into Company C, Fourth Massachusetts 
Cavalry, in 1864. He was stricken down with malarial-t^'phoid fever, 
and died July 2d of the same year. He sleeps in the National Ceme- 
tery of Hampton, Virginia. The friends of Mrs. Fuller and the colored 
people of that section keep his grave well garlanded with flowers. 

Mrs. Fuller is beloved by those who know her real merits. She is 
generous, unselfish and tolerant, and is so self-poised and serene of spirit, 
and so established in her faith, that nothing seems to disturb her 
equanimity. These qualities, with her executive abilities, fitted her 
well to become the leader of the Woman's Relief Corps. 

The officers of the two previous administrations had necessarily 
given much time to organizing the forces and laying foundations for 
future w^ork. Mrs. Fuller, during her term, built strongly and well 
upon the foundations her predecessors had laid, bringing up the 
number of Corps from 472 to 1,053, and the number of members from 
20,226 to 36,632. The amount of charity work reported during her 
term was $23,481.83. 

The Fourth National Convention was held in San Francisco, Cali- 
fornia, August 4th to 7th , 1886. Mrs. Fuller presided with great dignity 
and grace, and her serene and quiet manner enabled her to preside over 
the Convention without effort. It was at this Convention that Clara 
Barton was received into the order, and given a badge with a red 
Geneva cross as a token of their gratitude and appreciation. Mrs. 
Fuller was made a Life Member of the Council by the Fifth National 
Convention. 

She has from the first been one of the most faithful and earnest 
workers, and her ability to address public meetings and the devotion 
of the old soldiers to her, has made her in great demand at the Camp- 
fires and public gatherings. 

She, with the aid of the local workers, arranged for a CamjD-fire in 
San Francisco. The Temple was filled and the entertainment was 
unusually fine. 

As Secretary of the Pension and Relief Committee, she has been one 
of the most active in looking up cases of want and suffering, and in 
pushing the Army Nurse Pension Bill in Congress — a work in which 
she was ably assisted by Mrs. John A. Logan and Clara Barton. 

Mrs. Kinne came from sturdy New England stock, which was of 
English origin on her mother's side; the family name being Phinney. 
They were among the oldest settlers on Cape Cod. Her father's ances- 
tors were French. She was born and educated in Boston, and remained 



642 



HISTORY OF THE WOMAN's RELIEF CORPS. 




W5. 



ELIZABETH D'aRCY KINNE. 

(JVational I'resident in 1S86.) 



there until her marriage, April, 18G4. Her husband was Adjutant of 
the Second Massachusetts Cavalry at the time of the marriage. He 
served with Sheridan in the Shenandoah Valley until the close of the 
war, and was mustered out of service July, 1865. After some months of 
visiting among friends in the States of New York and Massachusetts, 
they moved to California. Mr. Kinne was in California when the war 
broke out, but hastened to join the ranks of his country's defenders. 
He returned to San Francisco in April, 1866, accompanied by his wife, 
where they have resided ever since. Mrs. Kinne is a fine looking 
woman, with a bright, intelligent face, and is a fluent conversationalist. 
She has good executive ability and acts with decision. 

Her manner is vigorous and she possesses great force of character. 
As her husband became a charter member of Lincoln Post, of San 
Francisco, which was instituted in 1868, and took a deep interest in the 
work of the Grand Army of the Republic, she was soon drawn into a 
sisterly fellowship, and so began her work for that order before the 
Woman's Relief Corps was organized. During the early struggles of the 
Post, their resources were small, and the demands upon them large, and 
they learned to look to Mrs. Kinne to take the lead in enterprises to 
raise funds. She still treasures many letters of thanks, bearing the 
seal of the Post, which she holds as among her most valued treasures. 



HISTORY OF THE WOMAN's RELIEF CORPS. 643 

There, as elsewhere, in the early days of the observance of Memorial 
Day, only two or three hundred men could be gotten into line. Now 
large processions march to the cemetery, showing that the principles 
of loyalty are spreading. 

Mrs. Kinne was interested in the establishment of the Soldiers' 
Home at Yountville. A few^ Grand Army men started the enterprise, 
and Mr. Kinne drove the corner stake of the original building, and for 
four years was President of the Association. 

Lincoln Corps, San Francisco, was organized by Mrs. Kinne, and 
during the first year, while she was President, they raised $1,000 to 
purchase bedding and other needed comforts for the Soldiers' Home. 
From the beginning of the work sh'5 has been identified with all their 
enterprises. She was appointed Provisional President of California in 
1884, organized the Department, February, 1885, and was elected First 
Department President. 

At the National Convention in Portland, Maine, in 1885, she was 
elected Senior Vice-President, and in 1886, National President. 

When the work of the year w^as summed up, it was found that three 
Permanent Departments had been formed: Kentucky, Washington 
and Maryland. The number of Corps was brought up from 1,053 to 
1,358, and the membership from 36,632 to 49,590. The charity work 
reached the magnificent sum of $56,106.18. 

The Fifth National Convention met in St. Louis, September 28th to 
30th, 1887. Mrs. Kinne presided with ability and vigor, and although 
a number of questions came before the Convention for discussion that 
taxed the presiding officer and many of the ablest w^omen of the Con- 
vention, yet, happily, everything was adjusted satisfactorily, and the 
utmost harmony was maintained. 

At the close of her term, Mrs. Kinne w^as elected Chairman of the 
Executive Board, a position she held for two succeeding years. She 
has more recently led a movement to establish a home for army nurses 
and soldiers' dependents in California, near San Jose, which has been 
pushed with great energy to completion, and is now in a prosperous 
condition. Mrs. Kinne is a ready speaker, and is in demand at the 
social gatherings and Camp-fires in her Department and elsewhere. 

Emma Stark was the third daughter of Israel and Carole Fellows 
Stark. She was born in Brockport, Monroe County, New York, and 
educated in the Brockport Collegiate Institute. Her father gave to 
each of his eight children a liberal education, and taught them to be 
independent thinkers and to realize that their characters and reputation 
depended wholly upon themselves and their acts. She descended from 
a long line of patriots who served their country and loved their God. 



644 



alSTORY OF THE WOMAN's RELIEF CORPS. 




EMMA STARK HAMPTON. 
(^Jfafional President in 1887.) 



Her grandfather enlisted on a man-of-war; was captured by the 
British during the Revolutionary War, taken to England and there 
incarcerated in a dungeon in Dartmouth. He, with his fellow-pris- 
oners, dug out three times, but was recaptured. After four years of 
extreme suffering, much of the time in darkness, he was liberated and 
exchanged. 

Her father, Israel Stark, was a man of great force of character, prompt 
and decided, and never afraid to stand by his honest convictions. This 
was particularly true in regard to religion, temperance and slavery. 
There were many years, when to be known as an anti-slavery man, 
or an abolitionist, was to challenge ridicule, insult and often injury. 
Through all, his belief never wavered, and when the time came that 
the precious sacrifice of blood was demanded, to set shackled humanity 
free, with quivering lips and unshaken faith he said, " Not my will, 
Oh Lord ! but thine be done." 

On the sanguinary fields of Chickamauga, Gettysburg, and the 
Wilderness, he was an indefatigable worker — the Christian Commission 
offering a wide field of labor. At Chattanooga, seeing the death-roll 
increasing for lack of suitable food, he hurried home, told the pathetic 
story in eloquent words, and soon secured seven car-loads of onions, 
potatoes, pickles, fruit and other things, and took them back to the 
languishing sufferers. He was a soldier of the cross, and while 



HISTORY OF THE WOMAN'S RELIEF CORPS. 045 

administering to the physical wants, never failed to tell the story of 
Jesus, the Lamb that was slain for the remission of sin. 

Mrs. Hampton's brother, Milo L. Stark, while yet weak from a long 
spell of fever, raised Company A, of the historic One Hundred and 
Fortieth New York Volunteers, and went out as senior captain. At 
Gettysburg, the colonel being killed in the fight, he took command 
and held Little Round Top till the crisis was passed, although suffering 
from five wounds. The coat and cap he wore in that terrible conflict 
is in her possession, and its many rents and stiffened sleeves tells a 
silent, eloquent story of that bloody struggle. Her brother recovered, 
was promoted to the rank of major, but was afterwards killed in the 
Wilderness. At Fredericksburg, when the troops were ordered to 
re-cross the river, he carried one of his wounded men across on his 
back rather than to let him fall into the hands of the enemy. 

Her lover, Charles G. Hampton, was also in the war. He, with 
others, cut his way out of Harper's Ferry, and enlisted as a private in 
the Eighth New York Cavalry. "When he returned he held a captain's 
commission. 

In a fight M'ith Mosby's Cavalry, at Louden Valley, he received two 
severe wounds, and was left for dead on the field. Mosby's men found 
him and bore him away as a prisoner. He was held a prisoner for 
thirteen months, and exchanged just before the war closed. 

Mrs. Hampton was married in 1868, in her native town, but in 1873 
Mr. Hampton removed to Detroit, Michigan, where they still reside. 

Captain Hampton was a charter member of Fairbanks Post, No. 17, 
the first Post instituted in Detroit. He was a delegate in the Denver 
Encampment at the time the Woman's Relief Corps was organized, 
and on his return urged the formation of a Corj^s in connection with 
his Post. 

Fairbanks Corps, No. 10, was instituted January, 1884, and Mrs. 
Hampton was elected President. She was re-elected, but before her 
term expired she was elected Department President. The Department 
increased from 31 to 82 Corps, and every part of the work was brought 
up during her administration. 

While serving as Department President she prepared "Instructions 
to Corps Presidents," which was re-published by the National President 
and sent out to all Departments. 

She was elected National President at the Fifth National Conven- 
tion, and entered at once with vigor upon her official duties. During 
her term of office she made a thorough revision of the printed matter 
of the order, an important work, which greatly taxed her time and 
strength. 



646 HISTORY OF THE WOMAN's RELIEF CORPS. 

Mrs. Hampton is a fine looking woman, with an intellectual face 
and kindly heart, and is lady-like and refined in her deportment. 
Her intercourse is frank, and her methods direct. Like her forefathers, 
she stands with unflinching courage by her principles and convictions. 

When, at the close of her term, the Convention met at Columbus 
Ohio, and the work of the year was reviewed, it was found that the 
number of Corps had increased from 1,358 to 1,709, and the number of 
members from 49,590 to 63,214, while the charity work had increased 
to $74,724.32— a grand work. 

Mrs. Hampton was appointed at that Convention as Chairman of 
the Committee on the Revision of the Ritual. She is a tireless worker, 
and has continued with unabated zeal, since her term of office has 
expired, in efforts to perfect all the documents and books in use by the 
order. The Convention at Columbus was large and the business very 
important, but everything was gotten through in good shape, and the 
year closed auspiciously. 

This was the last Convention that Mrs. President Hayes attended 
before her death. She and Mrs. John A. Logan and Clara Barton were 
received with great enthusiasm as honored members of the Woman's 
Relief Corps. 

Charity Rusk is the daughter of Jerry M, Rusk, Secretary of Agri- 
culture. She was born in Perry County, Ohio. Her early education 
was received at St. Clara Academy, a school maintained at Sinsinawa 
Mound, in Grant County, in charge of the Dominican Sisters. Later 
she attended the Wisconsin State University, and is a graduate of that 
institution. 

She has inherited from her sturdy father. Secretary Rusk, great 
decision of character and the highest order of executive ability. She 
has had not only educational advantages, but great social opportunities. 
During her father's term of service as a member of Congress she spent 
much time in Washington and enjoyed its highest social advantages, 
and during his residence at the Capital, while he was Governor of 
Wisconsin, she was the center of attraction in the highest social and 
literary circles. 

Beautiful in person, rich in mental culture, brilliant in conversation, 
brimming over with wit and joyousness of soul, she won her way to all 
hearts. She was greatly admired, not only for her wit and beauty, but 
for her kindliness of heart and her sterling integrity of character. 

Although she is the mother of five children, she still has the fresh- 
ness and color of a young girl, and the gentleness and sweetness of 
spirit that graced and crowned her young womanhood with such rare 
beauty. 



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647 




CHARITY RUSK CRAIG. 

(National Presidfnt in 1S88.) 



She was married to Elmer H. Craig in October, 1875. Her husband 
is a superior man, of great literary attainments and fine literary tastes. 
He is the son of A. J. Craig, formerly State Superintendent of Schools 
of Wisconsin. They live in Viroqua, Wisconsin, in a pleasant home, 
made beautiful by art and culture and all the Christian graces that 
make the highest type of a home. 

Mrs. Craig became indentified with the Woman's Relief Corps in 
1885. Three years afterwards she was elected Department President. 
She entered upon her duties with vigor, and had just gotten her forces 
well in hand when she came at the head of her delegation to the 
Columbus Convention, where she was elected National President. 
She immediately resigned her position as Department President, and 
devoted her entire time and energies to the duties of her responsible 
office, which she performed with great acceptability. 

The Seventh National Convention was held in Milwaukee, Wiscon- 
sin, August 28th to 30th, 1889. For the first time a large number 
of Past National Presidents were absent from the Convention. Past 
National Presidents E. Florence Barker, Kate B. Sherwood, Sarah E. 
Fuller and Elizabeth D'A. Kinne were all absent. The Convention, 
however, was large and most harmonious. All seemed to be of one 
heart and one mind- 



(348 HISTORY OF TnE WOMAN S RELIEF CORPS. 

Mrs. Craig presided with quiet grace, and being a good parliamenta- 
rian, promptly decided all parliamentary questions. There was such 
a quiet, restful spirit in the Convention, that it seemed an easy task 
to preside. A very large number of visitors from the Encampment 
came into the Convention to give their words of encouragement and 
cheer. 

When the work of the year was summed up it was found that the 
order had made substantial growth. Tennessee had been organized 
into a Provisional Department. Instead of 1,709 Corps there were 1,937, 
and the membership had risen from G3,214 to 73,055, which, with the 
delinquent Corps, which failed to report, swelled the membership to 
82,422, while the charity work reached the immense sum of $85,985.33. 
There was a general feeling of content with the state of the work 
and the progress the organization had made in the six years of its 
history. 

Mrs. Craig has, from the first, been deeply interested in the Waupaca 
Home, which is supported by the State, with the assistance of the 
G. A. R. and the W. R. C. It is on the cottage plan, and old soldiers 
with their wives, and the widows and mothers of soldiers, are received 
there. 

[This sketch, the most complete ever published, is taken from articles by Mrs. John A. Logan, 
Bishop Simpson, and other writers.] 

Annie Turner was the oldest child of John G. and Elizabeth Cath- 
elia Turner, and was born at the house of her grandfather, Simeon 
Smith, Jr., at Sandy Springs, Adams County, Ohio, her parents, who 
resided in Kentucky, being there on a visit at the time. 

She is descended on her father's side from an old English family, 
and on her mother's side from a titled, influential family in the north 
of Ireland, and traces back her family history over two hundred years. 
Her ancestors were Protestants, and stood valiantly for religion, liberty 
and all the great reforms, for which true men battled in those tumul- 
tuous times. 

Her paternal grandfather, James Turner, came to America early in 
the eighteenth century, and was in the war of 1812, and afterwards 
settled in Queen Anne County, Maryland. 

Her great-great-grandfather, on her mother's side, who was the 
founder of the American branch of the family, came over from the 
north of Ireland in the seventeenth century and settled at Trenton, N. J. 

He was an officer in the Colonial Army of 1754-1760, in the war 
between England and France, in which England won the Canadian 
Provinces and other vast sections of territory in the South and West 
He was a personal friend and an associate officer with Colonel 



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649 




ANNIE WITTENMYER. 

(yallonal President in 1S89.) 

Washington, afterwards Commander of the American forces in the 
Revolutionary War. On the 5th of July, 1776, the very next day after 
the Declaration of American Independence, he was elected by the 
United States Congress an officer in Warner's Brigade, for the Revolu- 
tionary War. (See American Archives.) 

Her great-grandfather, Daniel Smitli, rendered heroic services and 
suffered great pecuniary losses in the struggle for Independence. He 
was given a land grant by the United Congress, but before it reached 
him he was killed in the Revolutionary War. He had two sons, 
Simeon Smith, Jr., and Hezekiah. They were both graduates of 
Princeton College, New Jersey. 

They were friends of William Henry Harrison, afterwards President 
of the United States. When he came to the Ohio Valley, now Indiana, 
they entrusted him with the land grant awarded their father. He 
entrusted some one else with the duty of finding good, unoccupied 
land, who unfortunately laid it in the Cumberland Mountains, adjoin- 
ing the present town of Williamsburgh, where the land was then, and 
is now, almost worthless. 

Her grandfather went to Kentucky about 1798, and not long after- 
wards married Annie Jones, whose mother was descended from the 
Flemings of Scotland. Her family had come to Kentucky among 



650 HISTORY OF THE WOMAN's RELIEF CORPS. 

the earliest settlers, and lived in Fort Fleming until the Indians were 
driven back. Fleming County, Kentucky, was named after that branch 
of her family. 

Her grandfather, Simeon Smith, was an officer, and was with Gen- 
eral Harrison in the war of 1812. 

Annie Turner received a liberal education, and was given not only 
the advantages of the schools of her time, but of special teachers in 
higher mathematics, astronomy and the languages. 

She was married to William Wittenmyer, a merchant, in Jackson- 
ville, Ohio, in 1847, and removed with him to Keokuk, Iowa, in 1850. 
She became the mother of five children, all of whom died in infancy 
but one, a son, with whom she resides. She has always been active in 
charity work, as her noble mother had been before her, and was con- 
nected with all the benevolences of the town in which she lived when 
the war broke out. She opened a free school in Keokuk, before the 
public schools were established, at her own expense, and from that 
effort a Sunday school followed, and then Chatham Square Church, 
one of the largest churches in the town. 

Three of her brothers enlisted in the Union army, and continued to 
serve their country until the close of the war. 

During the first year of the war she made frequent trips to the army, 
bearing supplies, often loading down steamers with barrels and boxes, 
for nearly all the gifts of the generous people of Iowa came to her. 

When the Iowa Legislature met, the question of appointing a 
Sanitary Agent for the State was considered, and a bill was passed by 
which the Governor of the State was authorized to appoint " one or 
more Sanitary Agents, one of whom shall be Mrs. Annie Wittenmyer." 

Up to that time she had given her time, and largely met her own 
expenses; but Governor Kirkwood immediately commissioned her, 
and secured for her a pass from the Secretary of War, giving permis- 
sion to her to go anywhere within the lines of our army, and ordering 
transportation for goods under her control. 

The order from the Secretary of War closed with this injunction : 

"It is especially enjoined upon all officers to afford her every facility ia 
carrying out her charitable purpose, it being shown that she is worthy of great 
respect. 

(Signed,) Edwin M. Stanton, 

Secretary of War." 

President Lincoln afterwards becoming acquainted with her, and 
her work, added the following endorsement: 



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" Let this lady have transportation to any of the armies, and any privileges, 
while there, not objected to by the commanders of the armies respectively. 

(Signed,) A. Lincoln." 

From that time on she was constantly in the field, distributing sup- 
plies, securing fui loughs and discharges for disabled men, and minis- 
tering to the sick and wounded in the hospitals and on the battle-field. 

She reached Pittsburg Landing in the midst of the fight, and in the 
mud and rain, without rest or food, ministered to the wounded till the 
field was cleared. 

By special invitation she accompanied General and Mrs. Grant, who, 
with the chief officers of the army, went down on a boat of observation, 
and took a near position that they might witness eight gunboats and 
six wooden steamers run the blockade of Vicksburg. 

She was under the guns of Vicksburg every day during the siege, 
where shot and shell were fl3^ing, and Minie balls filled the air with 
the music of death. When warned of her danger, and told that death 
was on every side, she answered : "7 am safe. He covers me with His 
feathers and hides me under His ivings^ 

Mrs. John A. Logan, who became acquainted with her early 
in the war and has known of her work ever since, says: "No 
woman in the country has achieved more than Mrs. "Wittenmyer in 
her eventful life, so full of activity for God, her country and her 
fellow-beings. 

" During the war she worked incessantly in the hospitals and on the 
battle-field, at home, everywhere, for the sick, wounded and dying, 
gathering from every possible source sanitary stores and personally 
superintending their distribution and use. She has run the gauntlet of 
many a rebel bullet, and brought down upon her head the anathemas 
of many an unworthy official. Faithful to the close of the war, she 
has never ceased her efforts for the veterans of the Republic or the 
unfortunate." 

She became personally acquainted with all the leading officers of the 
United States Government and the leading generals of the army. She 
was the friend and co-laborer of George H. Stuart, of Philadelphia, 
who stood at the head of the Christian Commission; of Dorothy L. Dix, 
the friend of the poor and the insane, who was given charge of the 
Army Nurses; of Clara Barton, the friend of all, and many others 
who rendered effective service. 

She introduced a reform in hospital cookery, known as the Special 
Diet Kitchen System, which was accepted by the United States Gov- 
ernment, and made a part of the regular system of United States Army 



652 HISTORY OF THE WOMAN S RELIEF CORPS. 

Cookery. She was appointed superintendent of the work, ana all the 
lady managers were placed under her direction. Many of them were 
ladies of wealth and high social position, who left palatial homes for 
love of God and humanity. This work was extended all along the front 
lines, and many of these Special Diet Kitchens cooked for 1,000 or 1,500 
of the worst sick and wounded, three times a day. Thousands of lives 
were saved by this timely reform in the cookery. 

In 1863 she started, in Iowa, a movement for a Soldiers' Orphans 
Home, and enlisted in the work the leading men and women of the 
State. "When their quarters at Farmington became over-crowded, she 
went to Washington and obtained from the Government thirty acres 
of land adjoining Davenport, upon which had been built new barracks 
costing the Government $40,000, and $G,000 worth of hospital supplies to 
help furnish it, subject to the approval of Congress. Congress approved 
the gift. 

She was the first President of the "Woman's Christian Temperance 
Union. She began that work without a dollar, and continued for five 
years without salary, and succeeded in gaining the influence of the 
churches and winning great success. 

She established a monthly paper in Philadelj^hia called TJie Christian 
Woman, which reached a wide circulation and great popularity. She 
sold it after eleven years that she might do more substantial literary 
work. She is the author of a number of books; one, "The Women 
of the Reformation," is considered a standard historical work. Some 
of her hymns have been translated into every language of every 
country in which Christian Missionaries labor, and are sung around 
the world. 

She was elected to the office of National President at the Milwaukee 
Convention, and entered at once upon her official duties with vigor. 
She had been a member of the W. R. C. from the first year of the work, 
and had served two years as National Chaplain, and by unanimous 
vote has been made a Life Member of the Council. She has served 
seven months as Provisional and one year as Department President 
of Pennsylvania with great success. During her administration, in 
addition to the regular duties of her office, she visited seventeen 
Department Conventions. Everywhere she was called upon to speak 
in the Conventions and at the Camp-fires, as she is in great demand 
as a platform speaker and is popular w^th the soldiers. 

When the Convention met at Boston, and the work of the year w^as 
summed up, it was found that the number of Corps had increased from 
1,937 to 2,260, and from 82,422 members to 102,522, and that the charity 
work of the order had reached the munificent sum of $102,530.48. The 



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G53 



Convention at Boston was large and harmonious. The Camp-fire of 
the W. R. C, under the management of Mrs. E. Florence Barker, was 
a most delightful affair, being perhaps the most brilliant gathermg of 
gifted men and women that has ever gathered on the stage in Tremont 
Temple. 

Mrs. Wittenmyer has been a widow for many years, and was there- 
fore free from family cares at the time of the war, her little son being 
tenderly cared for by her mother and sister. She lives in her cheerful, 
commodious home at Sanatoga, Pa., with her son and his wife. Among 
her many heart-treasures is a step-daughter and her family. They have 
ever been from the first as mother and daughter. Her activities con- 
tinue unabated, and her hands are still full of literary and charitable 
work. 



.t)ltm.: 




MARY SEARS McHENRY. 
(National President in 1890.) 



Mary Sears is the daughter of David G. and Olive Deming Sears, 
and was born in New Boston, Berkshire County, Massachusetts. 

She is descended from an old English family that can be traced back 
through a long line of preachers, scholars, patriots and nobles. 

The family history has been embodied in a genealogical work, and 
shows that the Sears family is of Saxon origin, and that the family line 
extends back to Edward III., and that it intermingles with the Norfolks, 
Berners, Kny vets and Bouchiers. 



054 HISTORY OF THE WOMAN S RELIEF CORPS. 

The American branch comes directly from Richard Sears, who 
married Lady Annie Bouchier Kny vet. Their only son, John Bouchier 
Sears, married Elizabeth, daughter of Sir John Hawkins, the distin- 
guished navigator and admiral. 

Their great-grandson, David Sears, came to America, and was called 
the Pilgrim. He married and settled at Plymouth, Massachusetts, was 
a man of wealth and influence, and his decendants have distinguished 
themselves as patriots, scholars, statesmen and philanthropists. 

They displayed heroic qualities, and did valuable services in the 
French Colonial War in 1754 and 1760, and in the Revolutionary War. 
Isaac Sears led the company who marched to the house of the Lieu- 
tenant-Governor to demand the stamps. 

"You must wait," was the answer of the Lieutenant-Govenor, "till 
the Governor arrives and decides what he will do about it." 

"The 'people have already decided," was the answer of King Sears, 
"and are determined to have the stamps," and he got them. 

Such was the energy of Isaac Sears and his influence in the Colonies 
that he was named " King " Sears, and the British offered five hundred 
pounds for his capture; but in the face of this threat, he rode at the 
head of a company of patriotic men into New York, seized the printing 
presses and type of the New York Gazette, a Tory paper, and after 
clearing out the office, offered them an order on the British Commander, 
Lord Dunmore, for payment of damages. 

Two of this remarkable family fitted out, at their own cost, war vessels 
which did great execution in battle on the sea with His Majesty's fleet. 
One of the family established the first bank in America. 

Barnas Sears, D. D., LL.D., an uncle of ]\Irs. McHenry, was a pro- 
fessor in Hamilton College, New York; later. President of Newton 
Theological Seminary; then President of Brown University, and after- 
wards Superintendent of the Peabody Fund. 

Her father, who had been in the mercantile business in Hartford, Con- 
necticut, and New York City, moved to Ogle County, Illinois, and bought 
a section of land and engaged extensively in farming. She received 
a liberal education in the Female Seminary of Rockford, Illinois. 

Mary Sears was married to William A. McHenry, January 28, 1864, 
while he was home on a veteran's furlough, after serving three years in 
the Union army. Mr. McHenry returned to Washington and rejoined 
his regiment. Mrs. McHenry accepted the position of Deputy Treasurer 
of Crawford County, Iowa, in the office of her husband's brother, who 
was Treasurer of that County. 

William A. McHenry belonged to an old Irish family of influence 
and courage, who had for many years lived at Giant's Causeway, town 



HISTORY OP THE WOMAN's RELIEF CORPS. 655 

of Colerain, Ireland, whose honorable records have been preserved for 
two hundred years. His great-grandfather, John McHenry, the founder 
of the American branch of the family, came to this country in 1739 with 
James Clinton, the father of DeWitt Clinton. He served as Major in 
the First New York Battalion in the French Colonial War in 1754-1760. 
His grandfather, Henry McHenry, served as Captain in the United 
States Infantry in the Revolutionary War, and his father, James 
McHenry, served as First Lieutenant in Captain Van Caupin's Company 
of Rifles in the war of 1812. Four generations of the McHenrys, and 
four generations of the Sears, havp valiantly stood in battle line for the 
defence of their country. 

When Mr. McHenry returnee from the war he settled in Denison, 
Iowa, where he has resided ever since. 

Mrs. McHenry has been the mother of five children, four of whom 
are living, two sons and two daughters. Although she is a woman who 
shrinks from public duties, and prefers the quiet of home life, her great 
capabilities, her warm sympath}' with all who suffer, and her readiness 
to assist in every benevolent and patriotic movement, has drawn her 
into prominent public positions, and, as she has a considerable fortune 
in her own right, her charities are numberless. 

She has been in the work of the W. R. C. from the first. She was 
at the Denver Convention where the Woman's Relief Corps was organ- 
ized, and soon after her return a Corps was instituted at Denison. She 
has served with acceptability as Corps, Department and National 
President, and in various other ofiices. After serving her Department 
as President, she accepted the office of Treasurer, and served just as 
willingly in that inferior office. 

]\Irs. McHenry is unusually free from self-seeking ambitions and 
jealousies. She is broad in her views, and charitable in her estimate 
of others, and literally fulfills the scripture injunction, "not to think 
more highly of yourselves than you ought." 

She is sensitively conscientious in the fulfillment of all her duties, 
public or private, and carries out her conviction of right with a strong 
will, and backs up her carefully laid plans with superior executive 
ability. She is greatly beloved by those who know her worth. 

In her beautiful, well-appointed home, surrounded by every luxury 
inviting to a life of ease, in entire self-forgetfulness, she toils and plans 
ceaselessly for the welfare and happiness of others. 

As she is the acting President at the date of this writing, the statis- 
tical and financial reports of her administration have not yet been 
made up. 



(5oG HISTORY OF THE WOMAN's RELIEF CORPS. 

SCOPE OF THE WORK. 

The Woman's Relief Corps has but one object, and that is the charity 
work of the Grand Army of the Republic. 

The members are at perfect liberty to work for other interests and in 
other organizations if they wish to do so; but the Constitution of the 
Woman's Relief Corps, and its auxiliaryship to the Grand Army of the 
Republic, icJdch alloivs no outside questions to intrude into its meetings, bars 
back all outside interests from the Woman's Relief Corps. Besides, the 
demands upon the Order are so great and pressing, that there is no 
time for other interests. 

In the seven years of its existence its charities have been $375,287.50, 
nearly half a million dollars in seven years. This does not include 
the amount on hand, in the General and Corps Treasuries, which at the 
close of the last fiscal year was $159,563.77. These figures do not 
include the work done for the Soldiers' Homes, the Soldiers' Orphans 
Homes, and the Woman's Relief Corps Homes, or the National Woman's 
Relief Corps Homes in the several States. Nor does it include the 
charity work done out on our Western frontier, or the tens of thousands 
of little gifts and delicacies furnished to the poor and sick, that are 
more precious than rubies, but cannot be recorded in dollars and cents. 

Many of the soldiers out on our western prairies have had a hard 
struggle to keep soul and body together and their families from star- 
vation, and must have perished but for the efforts of the Woman's 
Relief Corps. 

In many instances the crops have failed, and everything had to be 
sold to buy bread. In one instance a large box was sent to a family 
suffering from such a calamity, whose cabin was forty miles from the 
nearest railroad station. 

The old blue overcoat had done duty for years. It had been patched 
and darned until it would no longer hold togetlier. The soldier's wife 
had reconstructed it for one of the boys, and the old army blanket 
which still held together was taken from the bed where it did regular 
service at night, to be used as an overcoat during the day. 

Imagine the comfort a well filled box would bring to such destitute 
ones. An overcoat and all kinds of clothing, including shoes, shawls, 
and blankets, tea, coffee and other articles of food that would bear 
transportation. Hundreds of such boxes have been sent long distances 
to destitute families, besides the immense work of distribution by the 
thousands of Corps everywhere over the United States. 

It may be thought strange that these needy ones do not receive help 
from the Government; but it will be remembered that only those who 



HISTORY OF THE WOMAN's RELIEF CORPS. 657 

are disabled have claims upon the Government for aid, and that many 
who do receive pensions are getting $2, $8, or, at the most, $12 per 
month, which is a very small sum on which to support a family and 
clothe them, if the crops fail year after year. 

In addition to the work done on these charity lines, there have been 
special efforts in connection with the several Soldiers' Homes, and 
Soldiers' Orphans Homes established by the States, and the National 
Woman's Relief Corps Home at Madison, Ohio. The property wa? 
donated by the generous people of Madison and Geneva, and the 
buildings have been remodeled and handsomely furnished, and the 
institution is in good running order. It is a home for army nurses, 
soldier's mothers, wives and dependents, and for soldiers with their 
wives, who, on account of age or disability, are unable to support 
themselves. 

Such is the public sympathy and confidence in the object of this 
Home and its management by the Woman's Relief Corps, that the Ohio 
Legislature, at its sessions in 1891, appropriated $25,000 to erect and 
furnish a cottage on their grounds and present it to them. The house 
is to be eighty feet front, and two and a half stories above the basement, 
and wdll contain, besides all other rooms for general use, seventy-five 
bedrooms. 

The public cannot judge of the charity work of the G. A. R. or 
W. R. C. by their Annual Encamjjments and Conventions and their 
enthusiastic Camp-fires. They are secret organizations, and behind all 
this military display and good fellowship is earnest, continued, faithful 
hard work. Their united charities at the Annual Convention, August. 
1890, reached nearly half a million dollars. 

The women are proving themselves true to the Union by caring for 
the disabled Union soldiers and their orphan children, and are teaching 
the children of the Republic to value the principles for which they 
fought and the institutions that have made us a great and prosperous 
Nation. 

The Woman's Relief Corps has a form of organization similar to 
that of the Grand Army of the Republic, having a set of National 
Officers, elected annually at its National Sessions, and department 
officers in the several States Its Corps correspond to Posts of the 
G. A. R. 

The business of the Woman's Relief Corps is conducted with as 
great an amount of dignity and with as strict observance of parlia- 
mentary rules as that of the Grand Army of the Republic or any 
other of the great orders. The loyal ladies have proved their capacity 
for organization and skilful management, financial and otherwise. 



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HISTORY OF THE WOMAN S KKLIEF CORPS. 



proving that the sterner sex have no monopoly of tlie art of organiza- 
tion or the science of finance. 

At each National Session of the Grand Army, the Commander-in- 
Chief has spoken words of heart-felt commendation of the work carried 
on b}^ these faithful aids. The social advantage to the Posts which 
has resulted from including the Cor})S in their reunions is a feature 
that is often referred to in the most chivalrous terms; and one eloquent 
committee, reporting on the work of the Woman's Relief Corps in 
relation to the Grand Army of the Republic, poetically figures it under 
the symbol of an ideal marriage. 

May they live long and happily ; and in the culture of a noble 
fraternity, in the royal contribution to charity, and in the un- 
swerving adherence to loyalty, may they celebrate each year a golden 
wedding. 




MRS. EMMA R. WALLACE, 

National President Woman's Relief Corps, 1894-1895. 



HISTORY OF THE LADIES OF THE G. A. R. 659 

THE LADIES OF THE GRAND ARMY 
OF THE REPUBLIC. 

By Mrs. CARRIE V. SHERRIFF, 
National Pkesident, 1892-93. National Counselor, 1893-94. 




FORMATION OF THE LOYAL LADIEs' LEAGUE. 

lURSUANT to request in General Orders No. 14, issued from 
the headquarters of the Grand Army of the Republic, 
Metuchen, New Jersey, in November, four ladies met at 
Robbins Hall, Metuchen, November 30th, 1881, for the 
purpose of organizing a State Department of aid societies, commonly 
called Auxiliary Corps, designed to aid the Grand Army of the 
Republic in carrying on its work of charity. Some form of 
organization was deemed essential in order to secure uniformity of 
management and the general adoption of such rules and regulations 
as should be necessary for a perfect government and a thorough 
co-partnership in all work tending to benefit the Grand Army of the 
Republic. These ladies, Mrs. Carrie M. Burge, Vineland, New Jersey, 
Mrs. M. R. Hausbeck, Jersey City, New Jersey, Mrs. A. E. Grubb, 
Camden, New Jersey, and Miss Marie Flaacke, Elizabeth, New Jersey, 
were requested in orders by the Department Commander, Col. C. H. 
Houghton, to constitute an executive committee for the purpose above 
named. 

A second meeting was held December 15th, 1881, at Trenton, 
New Jersey, at which time the Department was formed, officers elected, 
and the Loyal Ladies' League became a veritable auxiliary. In com- 
pliance with a general order issued from the Department of New 
Jersey, Loyal Ladies' League, delegates from several States met in 
Chicago, Illinois, November 18th, 1886, for the purpose of forming a 
national organization to be known thereafter as the Ladies of the 
Grand Army of the Republic, the term auxiliary being dropped from 
our title. The name adopted is comprehensive, itself expressing the 
fact that all members of the Order are akin to and a part of the grand 
triumphant army which with " warm life blood " wrote " victory" on 
our country's escutcheon. By this act they became a distinct organi- 
zation. The first National President elected was Mrs. Laura McNeir, 
of Camden, New Jersey, 1886, serving two terms. The second was Mrs. 
Laura B. Sawyer (now deceased), of Allegheny, Pennsylvania, in 1888. 
The third, Mrs. Frances N. Wood, of Topeka, Kansas, 1889. The 
fourth, Mrs. C. E. Hirst, of Louisville, Kentucky, 1890. The fifth, 



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HISTOKY OF THE LADIES OF THE G. A. R. 




mZ/Aj, 



LAURA McNEIR. 

(National President vi 1SS6 and 1SS7.) 



Mrs. M. 0. Cartlidge, of Topeka, Kansas, 1891. The sixth, Mrs. Carrie 
V. Sherriff of Allegheny, Pennsylvania, 1892. The seventh, Mrs. 
Amanda I. Wethern, of Anoka, Minnesota, 1893. The eighth, Mrs. 
Nettie E. Gunlock, of Chicago, Illinois, 1894. 

Our platform is Purity, Patriotism and the Honor of the Grand 
Army of the Republic. Our foundation stone is Charity, not charity 
which giveth alms alone, for while we are pledged to alleviate suffer- 
ing and distress, we know full well how jealous of the privilege of 
assisting a comrade is the Grand Army of the Republic, and we 
should not interfere with that which is not desired of us; but at the 
same time charity can reach far beyond the giving of food or clothing. 
It can lend a helping hand to the wayward and erring; it can bring 
back the straying and strengthen the weak ; it can teach the soldier 
that he who bears the honorable scars of battle for his country's name 
should let no shadow of immorality veil or blur those scars. Our 
fathers, sons and husbands, have perfected an organization which 
commands the respect and admiration of the world. Our material 
is made up of the wives, mothers, sisters and daughters of America's 
heroes, and it is our aim to elevate the interests of the Grand Army of 
the Republic and make it so strong in its membership, so pure in its 
character, so earnest in its work, that the women of the Nation will 



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661 




LAURA B. SAWYER. 

(National President in ISSS.) 



become so impressed with our duties and the necessities of the unfor- 
tunate widow and orphan, that our rolls may soon contain the name 
of every mother, wife, sister and daughter of the soldier, sailor and 
marine. 

During the seven years of its existence as a national body the 
membership of the Ladies of the Grand Army of the Republic has 
reached nearly 14,000, composed of the mothers, wives, sisters and 
daughters of honorably discharged soldiers, sailors and marines, and 
1436 honorary members. 

We have expended in relief $26,885.64 

In aiding G. A. R. Posts 16,215.35 

Relief other than money 12,535.48 

Making a grand total of $55,636.47 

in cash, not to speak of the cheering sympathy and encouraging words 
which have been extended to the weak and despairing in many 
hundreds of homes. 

PREAMBLE. 

We, the loyal mothers, wives sisters and daughters of soldiers, 
sailors and marines, who served honorably in aiding and maintaining 
the integrity and supremacy of the National Government during the 



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HISTORY OF THE LADIES OF THE G. A. R. 




^^^^ 



FRANCES N. WOOD. 
{^'ational President in 1S89.) 

late Rebellion, do unite to establish a permanent national organiza- 
tion for the purposes and objects herein set forth; and, through our 
National Convention, do ordain and establish the following rules and 
regulations for the government thereof, with such amendments as we 
from time to time deem proper to make, and with authority to extend 
the organization. 

This organization shall not be auxiliary to any order or association. 

ARTICLE L 

NAME. 

This Association shall be known as the Ladies of the Grand Army 
of the Republic. 

ARTICLE II. 

OBJECTS. 

Section I. To unite with loyalty, love for each other ; to practice 
the precepts of true fraternity of feeling towards all sisters of our 
order ; thus emulating the spirit which unites our fathers, husbands 
and brothers to honor the memory of those fallen, and to perpetuate 
and keep forever sacred " Memorial Day." 



HISTORY OF THE LADIES OF THE G. A. K. 



663 







CATHARINE E. HIRST. 

(National President in 1S90.) 

Sec. II. To assist the Grand Army of the Republic in its high 
and holy mission, and encourage and sympathize with them in their 
noble work of charity ; to extend needful aid to members in sickness 
and distress ; to aid sick soldiers, sailors and marines, to do all in our 
power to alleviate suffering, and especially to look after the Soldiers' 
Homes, Soldiers' Widows' Homes and Soldiers' Orphans' Homes ; to 
see that the children obtain proper situations when they leave the 
homes ; to watch the schools and see to it that the children obtain 
proper education in the history of our country and in patriotism. 

Sec. III. To further the interests of all subordinate Circles and to 
institute new Circles throughout the United States. 

ARTICLE III. 

ORGANIZATION. 

Section I. The several constituted bodies of this Association shall 
consist of, 

First : — Subordinate organizations to be known as Circle No. , 

Department of , Ladies of the G. A. R. 

Second : — State organizations to be known as Department of , 

Ladies of the G. A. R. 



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HISTORY OF THE LADIES OF THE G. A. R. 




MRS. M. O. CARTLIDGE. 
{National President in 1891.) 



Third : — A national organization to be known as the National Con- 
vention of the Ladies of the G. A. R. 



ELIGIBILITY. 

All loyal mothers, wives, sisters and daughters (who have attained 
the age of sixteen years) of honorably discharged soldiers, sailors and 
marines of the late Rebellion, and ex-army nurses of good moral 
character, are eligible to membership in the subordinate Circles. 

We cheerfully acknowledge our indebtedness to Mrs. Carrie V. 
SherrifF, of Allegheny, Pa., for the above sketch, which is the first that 
has been put into permanent book form, and it is believed that it will 
be of the greatest interest to the members of this vigorous and grow- 
ing organization in every part of the country. 

Mrs. SherrifF is the wife of Comrade Chas. F. Sherriff, one of the 
delegates to the National G. A. R. Encampment and a Past-Com- 
mander of Post 88, G. A. R. ; he was also a prisoner of war, serving 
six months in Salisbury Prison. On his sixteenth birthday he was in 
the battle of the Wilderness, and at this writing is the President of 
the Union Ex-Prisoners of War Association. Mrs. SherrifF has been a 
member of the Order since its inception, her membership being in 



HISTORY OF THE LADIES OF THE G. A. R. 



665 




CARRIE V. SHERRIFF. 
{National President in 1S9S.) 



Col. John B. Clark Circle, No. 11, of Allegheny, Pennsylvania. In 1887 
she was elected President of the Circle, and was the same year elected 
to the office of Senior Vice-President, Department of Pennsylvania. 
In 1889, she was elevated to the office of Department President of 
Pennsylvania. 

During her term of service as Department President, an opportunity 
occurred which brought out her great resources, and demonstrated her 
superior executive abilit}'. The occasion was the memorable Johns- 
town Flood. Mrs. SherrifF, with her keen perception saw that relief 
would be needed immediately, and inside of forty -eight hours she had 
issued a special order calling on all the Circles of the Department 
for assistance, to which they responded nobly. With this money she 
hurried to the ill-fated city, and was the first person there who dis- 
tributed money to the suffering. 

Though declining a re-election in 1890, the delegates overruled her 
objections, and she was elected to succeed herself, thus being for two 
years at the head of the Department of Pennsylvania. In 1892, Mrs. 
Sherriff was elected to the office of National President. Under her 
energetic and intelligent guidance, the Order made great progress in 
1892-1893. Since her retirement from the head of the organization, 
she has filled the office of National Counselor. 



666 



HISTORY OF THE LADIES OF THE G. A. R. 




AMANDA I. WETHERN. 

{National President in lS9d.) 



Any order, numbering among its leaders such able, whole-hearted 
and enthusiastic women as have been at the head of the Ladies of 
the Grand Army of the Republic since its organization, is sure to 
achieve the full measure of success, and to worthily fulfill the noble 
and patriotic ends which called it into existence. 



HISTORY OF THE DAUGHTERS OF VETERANS^ 667 

THE DAUGHTERS OF VETERANS. 

By Mrs. ELLEN M. WALKER, National President, 1804-95. 




jHE Order of Daughters of Veterans grew out of an organiza- 
tion known as the " Ruby Seal," a society formed among 
the A Grammar-School girls of Massillon, Ohio, on the 30th 
of May, 1885. Five of these girls on their return from the 
cemetery where they had assisted in decorating the graves of veterans, 
decided to associate themselves in a permanent organization for the 
purpose of aiding the Grand Army Post in Memorial Day services. 
On the 5th of June following, they met at the home of Miss Eva 
Merwin, and the Order of Ruby Seal was changed to that of " Daughters 
of Veterans." 

At their third meeting they were mustered in by Mr. James Merwin, 
and the first advisory committee was appointed consisting of Messrs. 
James Merwin, Charles King and Jacob Wise. In December of that 
year a committee of five members of Hart Post, No. 134, Department 
of Ohio, Grand Army of the Republic, secured articles of incorporation 
for the new society. This service was performed by a committee 
consisting of Lawyers R. A. Pinn and Isaac Uhlman, and Comrades 
Martin, King and Huber. Affixed to the articles of incorporation 
were the names of Minnie King, Bertha Martin, OUie Howald, Amy 
Merrill and Eva Merwin. There were, however, fourteen charter 
members. 

The articles of incorporation were signed and read at Columbus, 
Ohio, on the twelfth day of December, 1885. That day has since been 
called the national birthday of the Order of Daughters of Veterans, 
United States of America, and is celebrated as such by all Daughters 
wherever a society has been formed. It was decided to call the local 
organizations Tents, and to name them for patriotic women of national 
fame. The first Tent, formed at Massillon, Ohio, was named in honor 
of Mrs. McKinley, wife of the gallant officer. Major Wm. McKinley. 
Other names which have since been honored are Caroline Scott 
Harrison, Lucy Webb Hayes, Clara Barton, and Mary Logan. After 
several societies were chartered in Ohio, an application came from 
Quincy, Illinois. Keokuk next brought Iowa into line, and rapidly 
the star of empire westward took its way, until some half dozen States 
west of the AUeghenies had established organizations. Then the East 
caught the idea, and Rhode Island, Massachusetts and New York were 
added to the list. At this writing there are four State Departments, 
Ohio, Nebraska, Massachusetts and New York, and the membership 



ot> ^ 



HISTORY OF THE DAUGHTERS OF VP:TERANS. 




ELLEN M. WALKER. 
(National President Daughters of Veterans, lS9lt-95. 



has reached a total of nearly two thousand. The States having Tents, 
but not yet numerous enough to form independent departments, are 
Rhode Island, Kansas, Washington, Wisconsin, Indiana, New Hamp- 
shire, Pennsylvania, Colorado and Minnesota. Illinois has enough to 
form a department, and will soon be organized. 

The first National Convention was held in Quincy, Illinois, in June 
1890. Twelve delegates were present, and the treasury contained a 
balance of $32.85. Older persons with more experience and more 
knowledge of the difficulties attending the growth of a new organiza- 
tion would probably have been dismayed at this unfavorable showing 
and have given up the work ; but these girls animated only by a 
desire to succeed, and with a pluck and determination worthy of their 
veteran fathers, adopted as their watchword " Onward ever, surrender 
never," and undismayed by the difficulties surrounding them bravely 
pushed forward. Miss Estella McMillen, of Massillon, Ohio, was elected 
First National President, Elizabeth Beardsley filling the post of 
National Secretary. In the meantime the movement gathered 
strength with the spread of the patriotic spirit, and the Second 
National Convention, held at Massillon, Ohio, in July, 1891, brought 
together a large number of enthusiastic and patriotic Daughters. At 
this Convention Miss Mollie Robertson, of Keokuk, Iowa, was elected 
National President. The Order had by this time grown to such 



HISTORY OF THP: DAUGHTERS OF VETERANS. 669 

dimensions that it was considered advisable to hold its future national 
sessions at the same time and place as those of the Grand Army of the 
Republic. The Third National Convention was accordingly held in 
Washington, D. C, September, 1892. The attendance at this meeting 
was even larger than the previous one, and all members seemed to 
share the enthusiasm which permeated the veteran hosts on the 
occasion of the most successful and largely attended encampment 
the G. A. R. has ever had. The delegations were complete, the report 
of the secretary was encouraging ; the financial standing appeared 
strong, and the Order had grown to a total of forty-one Tents in 
seventeen States with a membership of fifteen hundred. At Wash- 
ington, Miss Nellie King was elected President, which position she 
held for two years, being honored by re-election at the Sixth National 
meeting in Indianapolis, September, 1893. The Fifth Convention held 
at Pittsburg, 1894, showed that the Daughters of Veterans are firmly 
established on a solid basis, and they have received the endorsement 
and the encouragement which their patriotic and unselfish efforts well 
merit from the Grand Army of the Republic. 

The girls feel that they have come to stay, and they will be reckoned 
among the potent forces henceforth, engaged in fostering the patriotic 
spirit which animated their fathers in the heroic days from 1861 to 
1865, in aiding the distressed veteran or widow wherever found, and 
in doing honor to those who fell on the battle field, or who have since 
answered to last roll call, in performing the tender services of Memo- 
rial Day. 

At the Pittsburg Convention which was the most enthusiastic and 
largely attended yet held, Mrs. Ellen M. Walker, of Worcester, 
Massachusetts, was unanimously chosen to fill the ofiice of National 
President. Mrs. Walker was a charter member of Clara Barton Tent, 
Worcester, Massachusetts, and served as first President. She was also 
the first Department President of Massachusetts, holding the office for 
twenty-seven months. The order in Massachusetts grew rapidly 
under her able administration, and her Tent became the banner Tent 
in the Union, her department being also the banner State in point of 
membership and relief work. While Mrs. Walker was President of 
the Department of Massachusetts and with a membership of less than 
five hundred, that State alone paid out for the benefit of veteran 
soldiers more than $1600. Under her wise and enthusiastic direction 
during the present year the good work will be carried valiantly on 
and the Order will increase in strength and usefulness. Miss M. 
Elizabeth Kimball was appointed secretary. Miss Kimball is a teacher 
in the public schools of Fitchburg, Massachusetts, her father General 



670 HISTORY OF THE DAUGHTERS OF VETERANS. 

John H. Kimball being the Massachusetts State Auditor. Mrs. Ida J. 
Allen, of Newtonville, Mass., was elected National Treasurer for the 
third terra, an honor which her faithful work has well merited. 

It would not be possible to give a detailed account of all the work 
that is done by the Daughters of Veterans. Many baskets of flowers 
and fruits (when nothing else can be done) find their way to the 
bed-side of a sick veteran. Thousands of wreaths are placed every 
year upon the soldiers' graves, and many unrecorded acts of charity 
and helpfulness attest the earnest and devoted spirit with which the 
Daughters everywhere are taking up their noble and patriotic 
mission. 

The following extract from principles is taken from a copy of the 
Constitution. This organization is deserving of loyal support, and 
we hope to see the Daughters throughout the length and breadth of 
the land falling into line. It is only in organization with a fixed 
purpose and systematic effort that the greatest good can be accom- 
plished. Let all the Daughters unite, and let us hope that in the 
next National Convention at Louisville, Kentucky, every State may 
be represented. 

NAME. 

This association shall be known as the National Alliance of the 
Daughters of Veterans of the United States of America. 

PRINCIPLES. 

Section I. We believe firmly in Almighty God, and fully realize 
that it was under his beneficent Providence that the free institutions 
of our land, consecrated to us by the service and blood of our Fathers 
and Brothers, have been preserved and the integrity and life of the 
nation maintained. 

Sec. II. True loyalty to the government of the United States of 
America, based upon a respect for and devotion and fidelity to its 
constitution and laws, made evident by our disapprobation of any- 
thing that is disloyal, treasonable or rebellious, or anything that will 
in any manner impair the efficiency and permanency of our National 
Union. 

OBJECT. 

Section I. This corporation is not formed for profit, but to per- 
petuate the memories of our Fathers and Brothers, their loyalty to 
the Union and their unselfish sacrifices for the perpetuity of the same, 
and to keep green the memory and history of those who participated 
in that heroic struggle for the maintenance of our free Government. 



HISTORY OF THE DAUGHTERS OF VETERANS. 671 

Sec. II. To aid them and their widows and orphans when helpless 
and in distress, and to aid and assist those in our order who are worthy 
and needy. 

Sec. III. To inculcate a love of country and patriotism among 
our sex. to promote equal rights and universal liberty, and to acquire 
by donation or otherwise all necessary property and funds to carry 
out the aforesaid objects. 

Sec. IV. To assist the Grand Army to commemorate the deeds of 
their fallen comrades on the 30th of May until such time when it 
shall devolve on other descendants. 

ORGANIZATION. 

The several constituted bodies of this association shall be as fol- 
lows : — 

First: — All Tents shall have an appropriate name and number, 
providing, however, that no Tent in the same State shall use the same 
name or number. Tent to be named after some lady. 

Second : — Of State organizations, known as State Departments. 

Third: — Of National Department. 

eligibility. 

Section I. All Daughters of honorably discharged soldiers, sailors 
and marines, who served in the Union Army or Navy during the 
Rebellion of 1861-1865, who have attained the age of fifteen years, 
are eligible for membership. 

Sec. II. Their Daughters and those of the Sons of Veterans upon 
arriving at the age of fifteen years and so on in genealogical order. 

Sec. III. The eligibilit}'^ can never be changed. 



(372 HISTORY OF THE SONS OF VETERANS, U. S. A. 

THE SONS OF VETERANS, U. S. A. 

By H. V. SPP]ELMAN, Adjutant-Generai., 1894-95. 




NOVEMBER 12th, 1881, was the birthday of the Order of Sons 
of Veterans, and Major A. P. Davis, known by all as " Pap 
Davis," is the father of the organization. On the above 
named date eight boys, ranging from ten to sixteen years 
of age, met in the " West Market House," Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, 
and organized Davis Camp, No. 1. On the 26th of November of the 
same year, the original Ritual of the Order was adopted, and on the 
28th of December a Charter was granted by the State of Pennsylvania. 
Thr:e Camps had been organized by February 18th, 1882, being 
located at Pittsburg, Pa., Atlantic City, N. J., and McKeesport, Pa., 
respectively. H. T. Rowley was elected as the first Colonel of the 
Pennsylvania Division. The motto "Gratia Dei Servatus" {F reserved 
by the Grace of God) was adopted January 28th, 1882, as was also the 
badge inscription '^Filii Veteranorum " (Sons of Veterans). The badge 
was patented June 27th, 1882. The badge consists of a horizontal 
bar, bearing the above inscription, attached to which is the ribbon of 
red, white and blue, and pendent from the ribbon is the lower part of 
the Badge bearing the monogram " S. V.", also the motto. The Badge 
is of bronze, manufactured from captured cannon. The under side of 
the badge bears the Coat-of-Arms of the Order, which was copyrighted 
March 13th, 1882. 

The title of "Sons of Veterans, United States of America," was 
chosen June 28th, 1882, and Col. H. T. Rowley was made the first 
Provisional Commander-in-Chief. 

Frank P. Merrill, of Auburn, Maine, was elected second Commander- 
in-Chief, at Columbus, Ohio, August 8th, 1883. 

H. W. Arnold, of Johnstown, Pennsylvania, was elected third 
Commander-in-Chief, at Philadelphia, August 30th, 1884. 

Walter S. Payne, of Fostoria, Ohio, was elected fourth Commander- 
in-Chief, at Grand Rapids, Michigan, September 19th, 1885, and was 
re-elected at Buffalo, New York, September 2d, 1886. 

G. B. Abbott, of Chicago, Illinois, was elected fifth Commander-in- 
Chief, at Des Moines, Iowa, August 19th, 1887, and was re-elected at 
Wheeling, West Virginia, August, 16th, 1888. 

Charles F. Griffin, of Indianapolis, Indiana, was elected the sixth 
Commander-in-Chief, at Paterson, New Jersey, September 12th, 1889. 

Leland J. Webb, of Topeka, Kansas, was elected the seventh 
Commander-in-Chief, at St. Joseph, Missouri, August 28th, 1890. 



HISTORY OF THE SONS OF VETERANS, U. S. A. 673 

Bartow S. "Weeks, of New York City, was elected the eighth 
Commander-in-Chief, at Minneapoh's, Minnesota, August 28th, 1891. 

Marvin E. Hall, of Hillsdale, Michigan, w^as elected the ninth 
Commander-in-Chief, at Helena, Montana, August 11th, 1892. 

Joseph B. Maccabe, of Boston, ]\rassachusetts, was elected the tenth 
Commander-in-Chief, at Cincinnati, Ohio, August 17tli, 1893. 

William E. Bundy, of Cincinnati, Ohio, was elected the eleventh 
Commander-in-Chief, at Davenport, Iowa, August 23d, 1894. 

At the Thirteenth National Encampment held at Davenport, Iowa, 
August 20-23, 1894, a new Three-Degree-Ritual was adopted, to go 
into effect January 1st, 1895. The membership of the Order at present 
is near one hundred thousand, which is distributed among about 
twenty-five hundred Camps. Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, Ohio, 
Illinois, Kansas, New York and Indiana rank among the leading 
Divisions. 

The adoption of the new Three-Degree-Ritual, together with the 
wise legislation enacted at the Davenport Encampment, has caused a 
new impetus to spring up in the Order, and the best results are 
expected. Many new Camps are being organized and many sus- 
pended and dropped members are being regained. The principles of 
the Order, " Friendship, Charity and Loyalty," are becoming more 
thoroughly inculcated, and the future promises rapid and substantial 
growth for the Order of Sons of Veterans. 

The following are the National Officers for 1894-1895 : — 

Commander-in-Chief, Wm. E. Bundy, Cincinnati, Ohio. 

Senior Vice-Commander-in-Chief, Theodore A. Barton, Providence, 
Rhode Island. 

Junior Vice-Commander-in-Chief, Lewis A. Dilley, Davenport, Iowa. 

Adjutant-General, H. V. Speelman, Cincinnati, Ohio. 

Inspector-General, Albert C. Blaisdell, Lowell, Massachusetts. 

Surgeon-General, E. Weldon Young, M. D., Seattle, Washington. 

Quartermaster-General, R. Loebenstein, Chicago, Illinois. 

Judge Advocate-General, Grant AV. Harrington, Hiawatha, Kansas. 

Chaplain-in-Chief, Rev. W. J. Patton, Milwaukee, Wisconsin. 

Council-in-Chief, Chas. K. Darling, Boston, Massachusetts. 
Elwood T. Carr, Radnor, Pennsylvania. 
Wm. D. Spear, Yonkers, New York. 

The next National Encampment will be held at Knoxville, Ten- 
nessee, in September, 1895. 

PRINCIPLES. 

Section I. A firm belief and trust in Almighty God, and a realiza- 
tion that under his beneficient guidance the free institutions of our 




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LELAND .1. WEBB, ESQ. 
iCommandeMn-Chkf. dona of Vbterans, l&90-eL> 



(674) 




WILLIAM E. BUNDY, 
Commander-in-Chief Sons of Veterans, U. S. 
1894-1895. 



A., 



Was born October 4th, 1866, at Wcllston, Ohio. At the age of thirteen years he entered the Ohio Univer- 
sity at Athens, and was graduated in 1886. In June, 1889, was made Master of Arts, and delivered the 
Master's oration at the commenL-ement exercises. Was editor and manager of the Wetlston Arguf: for 
two years. Entered the law as one of the graduates of the Cincinnati Law School in the class of 1889. 

He was admitted to the bar June 5, 18S9, and on the 10th following, became Secretary of the Board of 
Elections of Hamilton County. During the .same year he was chosen as Proxidence President of the 
Phi Delta Theta Fraternity and Colonel of the Ohio Division, Sons of Veterans, at the seventh annual 
encampment, held at Cincinnati. 

Brother Bundy organized and became a member of Camp No. 165, at Wellston, May 8th, 1886, and 
became its first Captain. Since that time he has attended regularly the National Encampments, twice 
as delegate, once as Colonel and one term as elective member of the Council-in-Chief. 

Camp No. 165 is named for his father, Sanford Bundy, who served as a private in the 7th Ohio Cavalry, 
was wounded at Bean Station, Tenn., from the effects of which he died in January, 1867. 

Brother Bandy's mother, Kate Thompson Bundy, was killed in 1868 by a vicious horse, leaving William 
Edgar in infancy as an only child. He was tenderly cared for by his grandfather, Hon. H. S. Bundy, 
and was reared and educated by that grand old mail, now living at Wellston at the age of 78 years, at 
present representing the 10th Ohio District in the National Congress. 

Brother Bundy was married May 8th, 1890, to Miss Eva Leedom, of West Union, Ohio. He is now 
twenty-eight years of age and one of the most prominent young lawyers in Ohio, and we predict for 
him a brilliant future, not alone in his administration of the affairs of the Sons of Veterans, U. S. A., 
but in his public life. 

Col. Bundy \vas elected Commander-in-Chief of the National Organization of Sons of Veterans at the 
13th Annual Encampment, held at Davenport. Iowa, August 20-23, 1894, and headquarters have been 
established at Lincoln Inn Court, Cincinnati, Ohio. 



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070 HISTORY OF THE SOJ^S OF VETERANS, U. S. A. 

laud, consecrated by the services and blood of our fathers, have been 
preserved, and the integrity and life of the Nation maintained. 

Sec. II. True allegiance to the Government of the United States 
of America, based upon a respect for, and devotion and fidelity to, its 
Constitution and Laws, manifested by the discountenancing of any- 
thing that may tend to weaken Loyalty, incite to Insurrection, 
Treason or Rebellion, or in any manner impair the efficiency of our 
National L^nion. 

OBJECTS. 

Section I. To keep green the memories of our fathers, and their 
sacrifices for the maintenance of the Union. 

Sec. II. To aid the members of the Grand Army of the Republic 
in the caring for their helpless and disabled veterans; to extend aid 
and protection to their widows and orphans ; to perpetuate the mem- 
ory and history of their heroic dead, and the proper ob.servance of 
Memorial Day. 

Sec. III. To aid and assist worthy members of our Order. 

Sec. IV. To inculcate patriotism and love of country, not only 
among our membership, but among all the people of our land, and to 
spread and sustain the doctrine of equal rights, universal liberty, and 
justice to all. 

ORGANIZATION. 

The several constituted bodies of the association shall be as fol- 
lows : — 

First: — Of organizations, known as Camps; each Camp to have an 
appropriate name and number (except Davis Camp of Pittsburg, 
Pennsylvania, which is to be without number), providing, however, 
that no two Camps in the same Division shall be allowed to use the 
same name or number, and further provided that the Division of 
Pennsylvania may have duplicate numbers, 2, 4, 9 and 33, and the 
Division of New York duplicate numbers for Camp No. 1. 

Second : — Of State Organizations known as Divisions. 

Third: — Of the Commandery-in-Chief. 

ELIGIBILITY TO MEMBERSHIP. 

Section I. All male descendants, not less than eighteen years of 
age, of deceased or honorably discharged soldiers, sailors or marines 
who served in the Union Army or Navy, during the Civil War of 
1861-1865, shall be eligible to membership, provided that no person 
shall be eligible who has ever been convicted of any infamous crime, 
or who has, or whose father has ever borne arms against the Govern- 
ment of the United States of America. 






